I buy
another anne tyler book
and make it through about ten pages.
my hopes are quickly
dashed.
it's thick
and heavy.
a great writer, but boring as
all get out.
if I want boring, I go to my
own life
for that.
is there love, passion,
something
to stir the blood. not really.
just your everyday
reality.
grey, dull.
no adventure, no blood.
no sex
or much chaos.
it's the inner dialogue
kind of book.
i'm tired of my own inner dialogue,
let alone
someone else's.
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