It started out with potential. The plot summary sounded fascinating. I read a few chapters in and realized -- there are some authors whose writing I simply cannot stand. It has nothing to do with the language (there was quite a bit) - and I was wholeheartedly disappointed, because I really did want to read the story itself. I realized a short time later, this is the author of Wicked. Another book that, for whatever reason, I simply could not get through - not because of the story or the words, but simply the way it was written. I know this sounds silly, but I have a feeling I would loathe Gregory Maguire, should I ever meet him.
Perhaps the word I'm looking for is pretentious, but I know this is harsh. Whatever the case, I had to give up (and I really, really hate that - as I'm looking for contemporary Christian fiction that defies the rules of what makes it Christian. I was sure I had found a good example of what I am looking for in this novel.
It was - busy and flat, simultaneously. As a man's eyes die when he is trying too hard to prove he hasn't lost his will to live, completely.
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