I had to put Riding with The Blue Moth down....I tried and got 2/3 of the way through...but the writing was so incredibly numb, affectless and sentimental that I couldn't finish it. His homilies and metaphors were so overwrought, they read like afterthoughts.

I was drawn to it because I loved the title..."blue moth" is a great metaphor for depression....but he doesn't go deep enough to do more than say I was depressed.

I kept waiting to share the bike and the feelings of grief... but it all stayed on the surface...Anyway...

I did start reading Dan Coyle's Lance Armstrong's War...what a thriller! And he's a good writer...