This book is about a woman who feels she killed her mother because she brewed the poison that ended her life. And now her sister is dying too due to poison and she has to save her.
It’s going way too slowly. I don’t like that the author has to describe every single thing the character is looking at or feeling. I can feel the person moving in slow motion. “Courage burns bright and strong in my chest, hot as a sunbaked river rock. Confidence ripples down my limbs. My shoulders pull back, and I feel poised, like a cat ready to leap.” It goes on like that. Short. Sentences. That. Just. Drags. On. Like when you are writing an essay and need to reach your word count. Authors sometimes use this way of writing when they want to create suspense, but in this case, the technique is abused. Have you seen the sloth in Zootopia typing, one finger slowly hitting a key and the next, over and over for an eternity? That’s exactly how the character moves in my mind when I read this. I was not a fan of the story nor the writing, but maybe the story would have potential with a different writing style.
It’s going way too slowly. I don’t like that the author has to describe every single thing the character is looking at or feeling. I can feel the person moving in slow motion. “Courage burns bright and strong in my chest, hot as a sunbaked river rock. Confidence ripples down my limbs. My shoulders pull back, and I feel poised, like a cat ready to leap.” It goes on like that. Short. Sentences. That. Just. Drags. On. Like when you are writing an essay and need to reach your word count. Authors sometimes use this way of writing when they want to create suspense, but in this case, the technique is abused. Have you seen the sloth in Zootopia typing, one finger slowly hitting a key and the next, over and over for an eternity? That’s exactly how the character moves in my mind when I read this. I was not a fan of the story nor the writing, but maybe the story would have potential with a different writing style.