I tried.  Believe me, I tried to like this book.  I was already almost half way through it, and then…

poof.

It didn’t hold my interest anymore.  I tried to pick it up after I finally got a light for my bed, but I didn’t care.  I didn’t want to know about the witch and her husband, the Strange and what it wanted.  I eventually didn’t care about the lone-wolf (literally) hunter, either.

That’s too bad.