Northern Lights

I caught up, and finished February and March's book, and then steamrolled over Steve and finished April's book. Steve is jealous and whiny about it, but I can't help that I read faster than he does.

Soo, Northern Lights. Man, I gotta say, I was expecting so much more. Tim O'Brien is on my short list of favorite authors, and The Things They Carried and If I Die in a Combat Zone are def. two of my all time favorite books. I don't even really enjoy "war" books, but they are just so beautifully written that it's hard not to fall in love with these books.

I was expecting Northern Lights to be not as great, yet somewhat great. Glimmers of greatness, at least. I was bored and I felt like I missed something. I felt like there was a chapter that I skipped that would have provided more of a back story to tie it all together. I just didn't "get" it and when Harvey died in the forest, my first thought was, "What the fuck, Cotton?" Or something like that. It just irritated me for some reason. Then when Paul gave him CPR and brought him back, I was even more irritated and was just over it at that point.

There didn't seem to be a plot. Everything was hinted at, yet never developed. I wanted to like it, really I did. Before I read this book, I would have left my husband for Tim O'Brien. Now, not so much...