Loud Latin Laughing Literary musings, book log. Euge! Euge!

I've been having some issues with my latest crop of books I've attempted to read. This is only one of the bad bunch. Supposedly written by a professional writer (er, journalist), the quality of the writing is 6th grade level, thus qualifies as worse than a beach book and nearly unreadable. I stranded this one, even though I'm intrigued by the real life premise, which is that her ex-boyfriend stalks her for years by doing things like breaking into her apartment and rearranging furniture before disappearing for months. That level of heightened fear is interesting, too bad Brennan kills my interest in the story with boring language like "When I withdraw my hand, I recognize this as a moment that seals a connection." Blargh.