Sometimes authors come up with a beginning and an ending, and meander in circles until they get to one from the other.
This post was inspired by reading _The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue_, which could’ve been a great 200-pager. Unfortunately it is four hundred and forty-eight pages long, and the entire middle section of the book is the same couple ideas repeated over and over and over.
What’s the best example of this you’ve seen?
by sartres_