It's a sad thing that happens to everyone. Well, everyone who reads often. They get excited about a certain book. They've heard of its reputation, it's author, and they have high expectations.
Too high.
This is what happens with me and Plugged. I love Eoin Colfer, I love his books, and I was so excited to read this.
As with the first Artemis Fowl book, I thought that this was just a slow starter. I'm a fourth of the way in and it still hasn't picked up.
That's a bit too slow.
Then the language - I realize that this Is a novel written for adults, but I don't know many sailors who cuss so frequently. The imagery is almost off in this book, like I'm watching a low-quality film that never ends and has no music.
The narration is okay, but everytime something somewhat exciting happens, or an actual plot begins to form, the chapter ends and the next starts really slow again, usually in a reflective mood. Boring much?
I tried. I really tried but I was so distracted by my own criticism of this book that I can't bear to read more. Maybe I'll pick it up somewhere down the road, maybe it'll end up on EBay, of its fate I am not sure.
Of my fate? I see myself reading something different, very soon.
Cheers,
Michelle.
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| Dear Mr. Colfer... |
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| A monkey even. |
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| Be afraid. They'll have to slow down to catch up with the pace of this book. |
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| Oh, Eoin, stick to Young Adult novels. |
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