The story begins well,
it has me hooked. Murder, mayhem, and madams. Everything a reader could want. I’m
engrossed in the first paragraph, words flow seamlessly, evoke visions both
good and bad. I am reading as fast as I can, and still understand what it is I
am devouring. Then it happens, the quirk. Is it really there? Do
my aging eyes deceive me? I go back and begin again. The difference is subtle,
almost imperceptible. The question hanging out in my mind, pestering to be
answered, is why? What purpose does this change serve? Space saver, ink saver,
format?
I return once more to the break, the change that has
taken me away from the story, and put me in editor mode; something I’d rather
not do when I am reading for pleasure. I have picked up this book because I
wanted a journey, an escape, not work!
There. Right in the middle of the page. The font
changes size from 12 to 11.5.
