So the story is getting better and more adventurous but I couldn't stop myself from slamming the book closed a few times in annoyance and frustration over the writing style. Why can't I get past this?? It makes me cringe in the same way when I hear people sing off-key. It's like watching a B-rated movie and wondering how on Earth they got the budget for that crap.
Page after page, chapter after chapter, I was drowning in sappy dialogue, useless metaphors, and adjective overkill. She doesn't quite know how to paint the picture well enough to be mysterious and suspenseful. If the book is written in first person then I, myself, as a reader, shouldn't really know things before he or she does, right? Some things were just too obvious, too blatant that I kept wondering how our bookworm heroine couldn't put two and two together.
I hate to say it but there were a couple of times I read through a passage and didn't comprehend it at all. It just seemed like there wasn't any flow to her run-ons or even a single, coherent thought. I know the brain can have a multitude of thoughts shooting almost simultaneously across the synapses but it doesn't mean you have it to write it all down. And on top of my irritation, I was too lazy to go back and read it over. So herein lies the question, why am I still going through this? If I'm that irritated, then why can't I just simply put the book down? Curiosity, I suppose. I think I want to know how it all ends.
Well, with that being said, on to book three.
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