deja dead
having watched episodes after episodes of Bones – my tv du jour – it’s inevitable that I picked up one of Kathy Reichs novels. Blame it on my current state when I can hardly find time to sit down quietly to read but it took like an eternity and perhaps 30 episodes of bones, before I finished the book. Mind you it’s not that long, old seasons of bones are being shown on fox (singapore) every weekday night at 9pm and all five episodes consecutively once on saturaday and once on sunday.
Back to the book, suffice to say, that’ll be the last I might want to read for while. It’s not really a reflection of her writing as my reading habits. The half-read Sum of All Fears is still languishing by my bedside after nearly six months. I can’t bare to go on reading but don’t want to waste the effort expended on the several hundred pages so far. It’s not too bad of a story but I just don’t the mood for prose nowadays. Reading deja dead I also have to wrestle with the image of a temperance brennan completely different from the funny – in both sense of the word – lady on tv. I mean after watching 50 episodes, one doesn’t watch the show for the crime or investigative techniques, else I would still stay with the csi franchise. It’s the people, the characters, how they interact, their idiosyncrasies.
Meanwhile looking forward to the time when I finally get to watch season 6. And no spoilers please.
