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The author of this one tracked down one of the women in my book club from her review blog and offered her a dozen copies of his book for her to pimp hand out to friends and family, asking only that we review it on Amazon when we’re done.
I very much wish I had the spare time over the last five days that I’ve spent reading this back to do something else with them–like wash the dishes or catch up on laundry.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a truly bad book. It’s just not a good one, either. I was hanging in there til page 76, when the MC experienced, “grizzly visions.” Seeing as there were no bears involved I found this lapse in copyediting unforgivable, and found myself reading with skepticism for the other 351 pages, waiting for more errors (there were a few, mostly in the early chapters, and none as godawful as the one mentioned above).
Frankly, the book feels arrogant. Even when Douglas is young his voice is old, experienced, and a bit smug. Jack, well, I actually liked Jack. He was like a good ole boy version of Morpheus from the Matrix. Jefferson though? He was high handed and pedantic and not particularly likable. I didn’t go into this book with any expectations. I came away from it feeling as though I’d spent five days being talked down to by a smug little wank.
Several people from my book club have mentioned that they saw the very end bit coming very early on. I didn’t catch it as early as most, but I did catch it. I think maybe I didn’t because this book was such a plodder for me. I got through it, but I am not sad to see the end of it. It could have come a hundred-plus pages sooner and I’d have been far happier.