Topics of Conversation

I set a goal of reading more fiction this year. I bought three fiction books and they arrived this week.

I eagerly started Topics of Conversation first. It sounded wonderfully promising, filled with conversations between women.

My expectations were dashed. By the third chapter, I wanted to close the book and set it out in my Little Free Library for another reader. Yes, as advertised, the book is full of conversations between women, but I would say the conversations are actually monologues. And the monologues go on and on, a sentence continuing on for pages, with the only interruption being tiny breaks where the women sip their glasses of wine. The conversations are not only long, but they are about nothing, with no point, and (this is probably the killer thing for me) absolutely no humor.

Grim. Rambling. Pointless.