I fell asleep reading this. With the laptop open on my lap, I just slid down the arm of the couch -- it's a loveseat, so too short even for my barely five feet -- until my head rested on one arm and my feet on the other, and I drifted off.
And there is still no monster.
I am tempted to skip ahead, maybe all the way to the end.
I had to adjust the page numbers to reflect the digital edition I'm reading from the "cloud library," whatever it is.
The truth is that this is a boring book. The writing is lovely, almost as atmospheric as DuMaurier's description of Cornwall, but nearly 100 pages of that becomes a surfeit. I'm tired of the cold rain, the mud, the gobbets of moss and clumps of wool. Nothing is happening. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
I stumbled across this on the county library district's "cloud" collection, which is where I found House of Many Shadows. I'm not entirely sure how to get to the "cloud" collection directly, so I have to go through the Michaels book to get to this one. But it's free, and it doesn't take up any space.
It looked interesting for the Monsters square.
So far, I'm not sure I'm liking it. The two people who appear at this point to be the main protagonists are decidedly unlikeable. Maybe they will turn out to be monsters as well.
But the cover is certainly gorgeous, isn't it?