anne rice's new book
i have completed anne rice's new book, "Christ the Lord, Out of Egypt." i believe i was wholly objective and open to what she had to say. i was ready to be "wowed" even. alas, it was not to be. somehow, ms. rice managed to make christ's childhood seem absolutely boring. endless descriptions of deserts, rivers, hillsides. litany after litany. it might better have been titled: 5,000 ways to give thanks to THE LORD. given whose alleged childhood we are talking about here, there was so very much more that could have been said and done. it was written in the first person, which i usually enjoy, but even though it was told from christ's supposedly adult point of view, it always felt as though a (rather simple) child was telling the story. and that's after rice goes on and on telling us how brilliant christ appeared to all of his teachers. i know that some of you whom i love deeply adored this book, but for the life of me, i can't fathom why. i tried to like it. i really did. but in the end, it only made me yawn, and think "is that all there is?" recommendation? if you're curious, wait until it comes out in paperback, or re-read her best book (in my opinion) "Memnoch the Devil."