I’ve been slacking on reading lately (partly because we’ve been watching a lot of tv in the evenings and partly because of my knitting addiction), so I resolved to read a book a month this year. I believe I’m on track with this goal, but decided to read the shortest book from my stack of dozens this month just to give myself some wiggle room.
The book sounded pretty corny, but it was written by John Grisham, so I figured it couldn’t be all that bad. The story was about a failed NFL quarterback who went to Italy to play for an American-style football league and was surprisingly enjoyable.
My rating: 3.5/5