Everything That Rises Must Converge - Flannery O'Connor, Robert Fitzgerald This is a book of short stories written my Flannery O'Connor shortly before she died. Since it is the first thing that I have read by her, I don't know if that colored her tone in this book, or if she always writes with the same voice, but I have to say I did not enjoy it. Unlike Virginia Woolf or Truman Capote, I found O'Connor's stories too depressing, her characters too pathetic, and her voice too cynical. Conversely, her writing style was much easier to read than Woolf's stream of consciousness style, but the content of the stories was just too much for me. In fact, I can't really say which story I disliked the least, but I can certainly say which one I liked the least. That would be "The Lame shall Enter".

I may give O'Connor another try at some point in the future, but for now, I definite no from me.