Charles Frazier's Thirteen Moons
Since I so loved Frazier’s debut, Cold Mountain, I picked up his newest book with relish. I read the first few pages, thought the writing was beautiful, but I got distracted and put it down. I picked it up a couple days later, but again, felt like putting it down after a few pages.
When I finally started it for the third time, I read a few pages and realized…I’m just not going to finish this. It simply didn’t appeal to me. It’s too precious, too driven by artful prose without enough to say. So it’s stored neatly on my bookshelf, unread.
I’d be willing to give Frazier another chance, though. Cold Mountain was incredibly good.