The last straw (this paragraph made me give up)

So, I was reading Robert Tannenbaum's Enemy Within.... thinking I just
wasn't "getting it" -- he's pretty popular -- bestseller even -- I'm not
seeing it.  I read half of it -- mostly because I really liked the character
of the daughter. She's a language savant and a spiritual/religious person
and yet a rebellious teen...

Then I come across:

"Her husband was not at home either. The dog was at home, and now he came
wagging in, looking particularly lugubrious, to rest his massive head on her
knee, the better to stain her pashmina anew with his copious slobber. She
patted him absently, and then, yielding to yet another addiction, she rose,
loaded up the Gaggia, made herself a double shot of espresso, and burnt a
couple pieces of toast umber."

God bless people who can read stuff like what's above and not find it
jarring -- but it doesn't work for me. I'm sorry, I'm much more of a "the
dog slobbered on my robe a lot while I ate burnt toast" kinda person. I'm
closing the book now. I'm done.

Beth  (admires linguistic precision in non-fiction.... in fiction, not so
much.....)