On the 4th of June, I went with one of my best friends to the Book Festival in Nice. I think it was the first time.
Actually, I don’t really read Adult books (not for the moment anyway), because I prefer the Young Adult Novels. So I skipped the « general literature » stands and went directly to the « Young / comics stands », where unfortunately I could’t find any author I knew either.
But when I came to the horror stand (I love to read suspens and horror books), I met Arthur Ténor, a really nice french writer. After a long talk with him about his books and horror stories in general, I finally bought one of his books, named « Ils n’auraient jamais du retourner dans cette maison… » autographed by the author.
So two weeks ago, I decided to start reading it. But, the fact is that I stopped at the second chapter. I didn’t really like the way it was written, and I found the story quite annoying.
I think this book was for younger readers, which is quite strange because if it is the case, A. Ténor should’ve told me it wasn’t for my age. Or maybe I am not used to read french books anymore…
Anyway, when I feel that I am not going to like a book, I never read it until the end, because I feel it is like a waste of time. I mean, there are SO MANY good books and so little time to read them, I can’t spend it reading books I don’t enjoy reading.
I mean, you must think that I can’t judge the book by reading only two chapters, but… I can’t help myself.
Sorry, mister Trénor, but this book wasn’t for me. 😦