Ye gods, the derailments! I swear that LKH's attention span has shrunk over the years. Even back in the early books, one of my complaints was that while she was really good at writing individual scenes, they felt oddly disjointed, each one seeming to be written as a thing in itself without forming a coherent narrative when you put them all together. That was then, though, and this is now. Now she seems unable to even put a scene together - she goes two lines and then goes off on some random tangent that seems more interesting to her than what the scene is supposedly about.

Two, if I were Richard and I knew what Anita would become, I would have run like a meep-meeping desert bird away from a certain coyote.

I love that turn of phrase. :D