BrokenTune

DNF. 

I.just.can't.

Book # 8 in the Wallace series (written in 1939) sees the MC, a secret service agent, pimp himself out for King and country - with an inner monologue that reminds me of Bond's thoughts in From Russia with Love. I still hate that book.

Maybe it is a mood thing, maybe I could read this at another time, but right now reading this isn't working for me.