no good book......

ok, so i will admit that at this moment i have no good book to read......i started sometimes a great notion.....the march bookclub selection, but put it down out of boredom....and i almost finished anita shreeve's a december wedding but found it too.....formulaic....i was supposed to feel melancholy, and i will not be forced into feelings of any flavor......joyful or sorrowful.....and the book forced upon me at the last bookclub?.....a bit of sacred feminine awakening by a best-selling author......she tries too hard and uses the descriptives(rebirth/awakening/quickening/etc) far too many times for me to take her seriously....not that i discredit the existence of the sacred feminine....yes, this does dawn on one.....but it should not require a half-inch of a paperback to get beyond this realization and into the what-i-did once-it-occured-to-me part......i know that this statement smacks of bitterness.........and for that i am sorry......i have spent 25+ years quietly defending a single hyphen...correcting each and every mis-pronunciation...and i freely admit to finding less heroic tales somewhat tiresome.....maybe this author will come into her own in the second half...i hope so...because i cannot toss aside another book without having to address bigger issues....am i too critical?...too hard to please?..... expect every author to be another jane austen?......maybe i should just amble on upstairs and reach for mansfield park...and settle into the comfort of familiar brilliancy......just this once......