|I know how he feels...|
There, it's official. No more will I have to suffer through the boredom of page after page of the recitation of facts about death row and the implementation of the death penalty in Texas. Nor will I have to force myself through page after page of a recapitulation of the fictitious trial transcript of one of the book's main characters, a young black man on death row for something with which he had nothing to do. Enough, already! I can't believe I forced myself to endure this kind of thing for almost one-third of the book.
I refuse to go on...and I feel better already. Damn it, guys, in a novel I want you to show me, not tell me. When such a high percentage of a novel's pages (especially whole chapters) do this kind of thing, I may as well be reading nonfiction - and nonfiction on the same subject is almost always better written than this kind of rote regurgitation of fact after fact.