A review by lynitab
A Book of Common Prayer by Joan Didion

2.0

Today I gave myself permission to stop reading this book. I liked the writing but I had no idea why I would want to read on. I must admit I have a rather simplistic desire to have at least one character in abook that marginally I like, or care about or that I am cheering on. I can finish a Faulkner book, so it doesn't mean I need heroes or good guys. I think this book may reflect a bit of autobiography. When people of privilege have horrible lives and write about it it sounds like whining. Reading this book was, for me like drinking a Black Russian. The first sips were
fun and intriguing, but I could tell I would feel sick if I finished it.