And here we are again! The move has impacted on my reading time, as well as my knitting time. Last week I was about to start Robert Bennett Jackson’s City of Miracles, the third in the series. I’m really enjoying it, which is not surprising, since I really enjoyed the previous two books.
It has made me think, in relation to the last few books I've read, that good writing is something I can read without thinking about the actual writing. Also, this book is urban fantasy, and has miracles in it, which seem totally believable, while the last book I read I could barely believe that she forgave her ex-husband. So, good writing is good. Which is not going to stop me reading trashy, poorly written books too, because I enjoy them in their own way.