I read many more books than I review, on Amazon and in the pages of the Scribbler, and lately that’s become the norm. I keep reading, but I keep being disappointed. And it’s not just the Indie, DIY novels, but the Big Publisher ones, as well.
I keep running across some of the latter which are more afflicted by PC- and New York Liberal-sensibility and hack, anything-that-will-sell writing than usual. And some of the former are not so much damaged by the alleged grammar and spelling errors of Big Publishing’s mockery as by stories that crash-and-burn long before the end—done in by errors of craft, plot- and character-development.
Oh, well. I am committed. And my Kindle makes it easy and cheap. Onward through the fog.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 