Yong 2/26: Rapture by Susan Minot

The second book that I picked up by randomly browsing the shelves at the library, it caught my eye because it looked familiar. I think I saw one of my students with it earlier this year. This better fit the bill for light reading. How light, you ask? At 107 pages, it felt about 25 pages too long.

Two ex-lovers unexpectedly find themselves again sharing a bed. Step into their heads as they reflect back on how they got there, what it all means, where they go from there. Nothing too deep here, the book provides medium insightfulness on the truths, rationalizations, misinformation, and lies we tell ourselves about love and sex. One character is painted fairly well, the other glaringly shallowly. Perhaps that's reflective of the truth, that men by nature have shallower motivations regarding sex. But please, couldn't you convey that with a little more subtlety and skill, and not in a way that blemishes your credibility?

Still, like trash romance and cheap sci-fi, it was a quick little guilty pleasure. With some decent insight. And really not that much guilt.