Walter Mosley, “A spoonful of sugar….”

Both books were awful! Awful, you hear! In one of the books I knew I was in trouble when the main character admits to forgetting his wife’s birthday for years. They had a daughter in college. And he’s living with her. That’s simply impossible! Truly fiction of the absurd! He r mother or a friend would have at least sent a card or invited her out to diner. In the second book, the narrator was an angel. Me?? I had to assume the personification of an angel?? I did not even try to finish it. Both books were complete disappointments. I want my money back. (Mumble..)
As always,
BB