Yesterday I picked up a few books at Barnes & Noble. One was a reference book, another was a history book on the development of the prize courts during the Age of Fighting Sail, another was the first of the Star Trek: Titan novels, and a medieval mystery novel a friend had recommended to me.
So, I’ve read the first eighty pages of the mystery novel. And there’s something nagging at the back of my mind.
Then I realized.
I’d read this frelling book already.
No, not this exact book. But it’s remarkably similar in style, structure, even plot, to a novel I read about eight years ago. Except that one wasn’t a medieval mystery.
It’s probably a big honking coincidence. In fact, I’m sure it’s a big honking coincidence.
Still, it’s mildly frustrating, because I find myself getting bored because this book seems way too familiar to me. Then there’s the problem of nothing really exciting or important happening in the bit that I’ve read, and at eighty pages I’m already a quarter of the way through the book.
As for Taking Wing, the Star Trek: Titan novel, it’s been fun, if a little on the fanwanky side. More as I finish the book.