But then I notice an exclamation point on every single page, sometimes several on one page. I can’t ignore it just like I can’t ignore that one extra-long hair that sometimes pokes out of an older man’s eyebrow. I try to resist watching it shimmy as he speaks. I try to resist the impulse to pluck it out. I’m lost in exclamation fatigue. And I probably will never read his books again.
How easy dissonance leads to a loss of attention, a loss of faith.