Thursday, April 12, 2018

A Naked Runner in LA

I have been a bit under the weather, which means I'm behind on my blog posts!  I'm sorry to my loyal readers.  It also took me a little longer to finish today's book, Wonder Valley by Ivy Pochoda.  As I'm writing this, I'm still not quite sure what I think of the book. 

Wonder Valley is the story of six people who have oddly interconnected lives.  Unfortunately, I wasn't overly interestedin most of the characters.  I thought the story had a lot of potential, but it might be that it just wasn't my kind of book.  Anyway--One morning in LA, trafficis stopped by a naked runner.  He's never caught and nobody seems to know who he is.  Well, there's a few people who know, and they're some of the characters in the story.  The timeline is a little skewed, with some of the characters stories beginning years before the year of the naked runner.  There's a lawyer, Tony, who is unhappy with is life, who seems to have no point but to complain and help Britt find the runner, who is someone that she knew years ago.  He doesn't even help her without complainging.  Britt, on the other hand, I saw as a whiny kid who never seemed to take responsibility for her own actions.  She claims responsibility for someone else's murder, thinking it will make her feel better.  Blake is a con on the streets who is selling pills and wants to hunt the runner down for another reason all together.  Owen and James are twins on their father's weird chicken farm/cult, and they're both unhappy for different reasons.  I found Ren's story to be the most interesting, but his story seemed ot have nothing to do with any of the others.  He was loosely connected to the other characters.

This is really the first book that I've written on here that I'm not sure if I would reccomend it or not.  It definitely wasn't my type of book. I feel like the story was never finished, or even begun.  It didn't feel resolved in the end.  I'm sure there are people out there who think it's a fabulous book--and the writing is very good--but it just wasn't my type! 

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