For the past 3 days, I've been reading a book entitled No Place for A Man by Judy Astley. I wasn't enjoying it on the first day and caught myself drifting away every five minutes. I told myself that I would give this book a chance. Three days later, I'm still drifting away. I don't know. Maybe it was the way the story was printed on the pages. Each page looked like it was one gigantic paragraph because the fonts were big and the spaces between the fonts were big. Everything was descriptive and there was hardly any dialogue so it was easy for me to get lost. I never realized that even how the words are printed in the book mattered. Needless to say, I gave up on the book. I placed high up and far at the back of the shelf.

I pulled down a copy of Erich Segal's Only Love. Hopefully, this one will capture me.