Friday thru Tuesday of my life this last week was consumed by this book which was written by Candace Bushnell (famed writer of Sex and the City). I decided that I wanted to start reading again and every time I do that, I remember why I don't read that often. I don't even really want to say that I liked the book, it just consumed me. I could not stop reading it. The main character is a self centered model in New York. I did not really gain sympathy for her until around page 400, yet I lasted until then. When I thought back on the book, there was nothing remarkable about it. It was ok, but I think that Candace Bushnell is either a good writer that takes you so far into the story that you don't even rely on character development. The other possibility is that she has some kind of magical writing power that lets you take away 12 hours of your life without even noticing.
I'm also reading When I Don't Desire God by John Piper. However in contrast I have been trying to get thru this book for a few weeks now. It's not coming quite as easy, but here's hoping...
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