I have tried to read Fred Vargas´ “Have Mercy on Us All” several times. It has sat on my TBR for more than a year, glaring at me, wanting to be read.
After three days I had got through twenty pages. I won´t say they were boring, the modern-day town crier (and the gost of his ancestor) may even be said to be interesting, but I just found it completely impossible to get into it. (And to be honest, I didn´t come across too many bare bones or nice little murders).
So is the opposite of unputdownable unpickupable or what? At least I concluded that if I wanted to post any reviews in July, I´d better switch back to my British diet immediately.
Vargas may get a fifth chance later, but at least it will hardly damage her career if I never get through one of her books.