Today I had to put down a novel that I’d been looking forward to reading for a long time. I’ve heard it’s a good book, and I’m sure that–one day–I’ll find that out for myself. Once I can get past one thing.

Dialect. Ugh.

I’m a reasonably intelligent woman. If an author sets his/her story in–for example–England, I have a pretty good idea how the characters are gonna sound. And if I’m further informed that a particular character speaks with a Cockney accent, I can drop the H’s for myself…please don’t do it for me if that character has more than a few lines of dialogue. Pretty please?

Or maybe it’s just me…