Chasing the Dime by Michael Connolley, narrated by Jonathan Davis
Genre: crime thriller
Pub date: 2002
I woke up, and rubbed my eyes. I pushed myself up. my shoulders hurt. Probably from all the hard work I did yesterday, sitting in front of a computer and debating about a review I wrote. I rolled my neck. Slowly I pushed myself up, swung my legs over the side of my bed, and stood up. I was cold. I decided it was a good idea to grab a bath-robe or something.
Pointless jabber. That’s what that feels like. Tons of stupid little details that I don’t really need to know and really don’t care about.
The whole book so far has read like the above paragraph. I don’t want to know the details behind setting up your voicemail. I felt like this whole section so far could have been done in one or two chapters rather than te several that I’ve listened to so far. It was boring, slow, and redundant. I’ll always give a book a chance, but I don’t have time to waste on walking into the office, signing into the log, and noticing all the little details about old coffee cups and ugly posters on the wall, and the memories associated with them.
Which is really too bad, because there’s a great story in there. But the execution was poor.