Disappointed

Y’all, here it is. Quick-turn the pages of the book named a feast for the ages

Eloquent, bright, winning all the awards and my money hard earned to reap its rewards

Starting to wonder why these words worth a dime apiece don’t invoke wonder or emotional release

or satisfaction of a journey well-started

The further I go, I have to wonder where the heart is

as I stumble and force my way through, not one of these paragraphs is ringing true

I must be broken

Or dumb

Or totally numb to the inspiration that made this book a crafted smoking gun

Reality rolling in with a roar, I paid money to trade mine for yours

Invested my hopes in your shout outs and applause, and all I wanted were your well plotted fictional wars.

So far from my own, so different too

Unlike mine, there’s an end. What wouldn’t I do for that point of view

But here we are

And there the book is, on the table. No bookmark.

Hope diminished

and my unshared review is only Did Not Finish.