Rogue One - must just be me...

Yesterday, for the third time in my life, I walked out of a film at the cinema, part way through.

I thought I'd gone into Rogue One with a completely open mind, willing to find it entertaining, even though I'm not that interested in Star Wars.

In the first 40 minutes, I found the plot hackneyed, the characters entirely unengaging, the specifics of the plot tedious, and the indiscriminate killing frankly oppressive.

I had plenty of other things I'd rather be doing with my time, so I left, read in the lobby until the film was finished and my ride home was available.

I also read several reviews of Rogue One - and the internet seems to wholly disagree with me.

Maybe, it was something to do with the fact that my head felt like it was wrapped in cotton wool, and I was finding it difficult to breathe (I'm on holiday, so of course I immediately got ill). Maybe I wasn't in as good a mood as I'd thought. I don't know - but, last night at least, Rogue One did absolutely nothing for me whatsoever.

Your mileage may vary, and very probably will!

Cherub: Mad Dogs

Mad Dogs is the eighth Cherub book by Robert Muchamore. I wasn't that keen on the last one I listened to, and this one wasn't much better. I appear to have hit the point of diminishing returns with this series. There was more of a mission this time than in the last book, though only in the second half. To begin with, James was helping out with training the younger recruits, and this didn't seem to connect to him infiltrating a drug dealer's gang later in the book, so it all felt rather disjointed. There were some good moments, though the peripheral characters I particularly like weren't in it much, and the ultimate show-down wasn't that interesting. I shall persevere for a bit, since it was still quite fun overall, and they're very short, so it's not that much of a time investment if the next one doesn't turn out to be any better.