The Stupidity of Reading Crummy Books

I just finished slogging through Kelli Stanley's Nox Dormienda (A Long Night for Sleeping).  This is the first in her "Arcturus" murder mystery series - and as far as I am concerned, it may as well be her last. 

The book is supposed to be a noir mystery taking place in Roman Britain.  I could not figure out who was who many times in this book.  When I finished, I did not know how we got to the resolution of the mystery.  It was rough going as there are Latin words a-plenty in this murder mystery - fortunately it has a glossary. 

I kept asking myself why I was so determined to finish it.  What a waste of time.

And Another Book Goes into the Reject Pile

I was trying to read Tim Dorsey's Gator a-go-go and suddenly realized I have gotten old.  I just did not care about the Spring Break activities of what turned out to be the main characters.  The book kept jumping from one scene to another in Florida; and from Boston to Florida; and I could not keep track.

One Problem with Listening to Books

I was listening to Wife of the Gods by Kwei J. Quartey, a murder mystery set in Ghana.  I had to quit more than halfway through the book because of violence.  I find it much more difficult to listen to a violent scene than read it.  Now I will never know how Detective Inspector Darko Dawson solves the murder.  If I had been reading the book, I would have skimmed through that rather than be forced to visualize it.  No, fast forward was not an option since I had lost any sympathy for the main character.  It's probably a wonderful book.  Perhaps someone will be able to tell me.