There is no pot of gold...

...at the end of this book

I have about 60 pages left of A Black Englishman by Carolyn Slaughter and I am struggling with it. Already from the first couple of pages I was not impressed with her way of writing, but I continued anyway. Now I am so close to the end that I can’t put it down (I have always felt that I have to finish every book I start). Disappointed I have realised that I will not feel the satisfying experience I usually do, when I read the last lines of a book.
Oh well, I guess I just have to pick up the next book and hope for a better result.
Josefine

My recommendations: East of the sun by Julia Gregson