There’s a little coffee shop in Waco called Bru. It’s located in an old elevator, all brass and crimson and Deco, just to the side of a marble lobby in the Praetorian building. The setting is amazing, and the coffee is the best I’ve ever had. But, I keep going back because one of the girls who works there is delightful. We talk about books and writing and coffee, and she always asks me what to read. I was reading this book when I realized that World War II seems to be my 2017 theme. I told her I needed to shift topics, and she told not to apologize for reading what I want. So I won’t.
I started reading this book last month, and it was the sort of non-fiction book that made me want to read a pulpy fiction book at the same time. I took a trip to Barnes & Noble to get book number 2 in Rick Riordan’s Magnus Chase series and walked out $100 lighter. Always a hazard in my world. This book was so very dry that I actually started reading three other books since I started it.
Like the best chick lit, Adrienne meets a handsome, mysterious man who keeps her guessing. She wants the love story, but she also wants to make a name for herself. In pursuit of both goals, hijinks, intrigue, and adventure ensues.
This book felt like an episode of a serial TV show like NCIS, only not quite as good. Maybe like Hawaii 5-0. Enjoyable enough characters, enough action to keep it interesting, and will be continued next week at the same day and time.