Slogging my way through Gargoyle... trying to get to the end. (Actually, I read the end on the bus today, so I could decide whether to go back and read the intervening 100 pages.) I can see why many people love it, just as I understood why so many loved Twilight, but it's just not my style. The love story is a bit too melodramatic for my taste. The beginning was great, the concept is interesting, but in the end I just didn't come to care very much for the characters. I don't really see/understand why they're in love. And the flashback stories are too dramatico-perfectimundo. (Super melodramatic things happening to the characters; and the characters are nigh on perfect. Except for the baddies, who are perfectly bad.)I'm balancing it off by reading PG Wodehouse. And I've got a Zadie Smith book lined up next. I'm dying to move on!
