Last night I finished ‘The Lake of Dead Languages’ by Carol Goodman. It was actually a little hard to read after the flawless glory of ‘East of Eden’ because her writing was not as perfectly smooth as Steinbeck’s. The plot was intriguing, though at times painfully obvious.
The story followed the life of a woman Jane who returned to her private high school to teach Latin. While there she re-lives the horrors of her past as girls begin to commit suicide in a lake on campus. The story line had me jittery at times and the ending was pretty high tension.
I would recommend this book for plane flights, but not for rainy days.
I know you might have mentioned the answer to this in a prior post, but I’m to lazy to look for it. Whats with all the reading all of a sudden? I mean, I’m all for people reading (I finished 7 books in the past two months) but what brought this on? You usually have a reason for doing something, and i want to know what it is.
Actually, I’m not sure.
It started with me wanting to read a book on a plane flight. Suddenly I’m in the midst of a huge reading marathon.
I normally don’t read much at all, but in the past 30 or so days I’ve finished 7 books.
School starts back up tonight so I’m sure I’ll be slowing down. We’ll see.
okie dokie…just curious. Now are you stuck on a particular genre, or are you game for pretty much anything?