But I didn’t finish it. It was a freebie I got at the book expo I attended earlier this year. I read a little over a hundred pages before I realized I didn’t care what happened. It’s about a forty-something woman who leaves her husband because of a dog. Okay, it wasn’t really the dog’s fault…the dog was just the catalyst. This book (Mad Dash, by Patricia Gaffney) did absolutely nothing for me, and after one night it landed in the reject pile.
Turgeon.
Hmmm…maybe freebies aren’t the way to go.
Now I’m reading Mexican Days, by Tony Cohan. I’m almost finished, so I’m going to go ahead with the brief review.
This is a followup to his book On Mexican Time. Back in the 1980s (as best I can figure), Cohan and his wife bought a house in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. The first book described the decision behind the move, the search for the house, and the hassle/joy of renovation. This second book is about his travels around Mexico. My only complaint is that Cohan compares his wanderlust to dissociative fugue. He keeps bringing up his “fugue state” throughout the book. But since he has no memory loss (reading the book, I’m convinced the man has a mind like a steel trap…he is always citing obscure (to me) books and movies and historical people), it becomes an annoyance. I’m guessing he uses it as a way to have a recurring theme in his book, but I could very well have done without. Other than that, it’s a good book that just emphasizes how little I know about Mexico and its history. Cohan travels off the beaten path, to areas rich in history and culture.
