There are SO many books to read and just not enough time. So it doesn't make sense to keep reading a book that doesn't capture you or give some hint that you will be better off having finished it. I recently thought that I would give Stephen King another chance. Years ago I avidly read his books - before I decided that horror was not a genre that improved my character. So I borrowed "Kisey's Story" from the library. And I gave it a good chance. But no go...back it went. However, having read that King's wife and son are also novelists, I reserved a book each of theirs. Owen King is Stephen's son. "We're All in this Together" is a novella and short stories. The novella (same title as the book) was intriguing enough to hold me through most of it, but unfortunately the language (oh woe, that "F" word) did it in for me and I delegated it to the "soon to go back" shelf. Then I pulled out Tabitha King's "Survivor", but didn't make it beyond the first few chapters. Language! Really Tabitha! Am I so far out of the "real world" that bad language bothers me so much? I can sort of see it in war novels or coming from the lips of criminals in a thriller, but when regular characters start spouting it, I'm out of there. I want to be edified by the literature that I read. The free dictionary online defines edifying as "enlightening or uplifting so as to encourage intellectual or moral improvement". Authors - give me edifying words!
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Good points, Maureen. Why don't you email him? You have read his book On Writing (I think it's called)? I think it's partially in the genes, too. That's my hunch.
Thanks for posting again. I love reading your thoughts.
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