What I'm reading

This week I started The Child Finder, by Rene Denfield. Story of a solitary woman who searches for missing children, some of them missing for years. I can tell the child she's currently hunting in this story will inform her own past in some way.

I like the way she understands that being friendly with the locals can yield vital information.

This story isn't wowing me, though. I wonder if I've grown too picky? To be sure, there are enough stories out there (and a better recs network for finding them, and easier ways to obtain those stories, than ever before) that there are probably enough stories I'd delight in reading to keep me busy for the rest of my life. It just feels snooty, somehow.