Another book read so long ago that I'm not sure I can remember the details enough to give it a synopsis. Not that anyone cares about that sort of stuff. I think the only time I give a synopsis of the book I'm reviewing one of two things are happening. 
 1)	I'm feeling self-important. You know, like my opinion is so precious that the rest of the world is reading my review not for any interest in the book itself, but in my genius manner of assembling words on a screen. Those people need the recaps I provide. You're welcome. 
 2)	I don't have anything to say about the book. Or I'm dancing around and trying to avoid giving any insight into the book I just read, possibly because I have none to offer... well, to be honest, it's definitely because I have no insight to offer. 
 3)	The third thing of my list of two things is that I'm not really paying attention to what I'm writing. I often write this sort of stuff distractedly (you know, like trying to have a conversation with someone while I write, or watch a tv show that I'm not that into, except I'm still sorta trying to follow it), not because I want to, but sometimes I have to make a choice between doing it poorly, or not doing it at all. In the case of these book reviews, I guess I feel that doing one poorly is better than not doing it. Weird. You'd think I'd be more concerned about quality. 
 I think I read this when I was procrastinating on my novel I'd been working on. I'd written myself into a bit of a corner in one storyline, so I switched to another and discovered that my characters there had 0% depth and each word I typed bored me more than the previous. It was embarrassing. So I thought reading this would let me free my mind enough that I'd be able to go back and finish the book I was working on with fresh enthusiasm. 
 Turns out, much to my surprise, that wasn't the case. I did learn that if I just stopped working on my story altogether the world would still go on. So I've kinda dropped it. Sigh. I'm such a loser sometimes. 
 So, this thing, it's fine. Pretty good even. I liked it. I won't put it up there with my all-time favs, but it's a pretty good novel, and as many things as I've been disappointed in in the past few years. That seems like a big deal to me. 
 In conclusion. I'm tired, I'm not very insightful, and I read a pretty good book. Yay me.