So, I have my happy and greedy paws on a new book(finally) so I am perfectly pleased and content, for the most part.
While not far enough in to have any particular judgments, I can say two things: I have long been awaiting my copy of Katherine Pancol‘s Les Yeux Jaunes des Crocodiles (The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles, for the less french-keen) for a sizable chunk of time, and I am quite taken already with the blurb on the back because I am easily charmed apparently.
It’s juuuust cheesy and try-hard enough for me to like it, and like it I most certainly do.
Oh, yes, I’m already very enthused. Easily taken in though I may seem, I will reserve any and all real assessments until I’ve actually read the book, because being amused by a back cover and appreciating a book are two very different things. I am just very happy to have my hands on it and be back to reading, because much as I enjoy occasionally marathon-watching It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, I am a reader at heart and having to sit and watch television until my foot heals was too daunting a prospect.