Most novels I come across have all the excitement of a long trip on a bus with a sensitive glee club. Yammer and chat.
“I just don't think I'm that interesting. I don't think what I have to say is that interesting. To hear me go blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I mean, who... cares?”
“To know that everything we say and do to this new little human being may have a profound effect on him or her is a daunting obligation.”