I couldn’t bring myself to finish reading this book. With a hundred pages to go I realised that at some point I was reading but not really keeping track of what was going on. Reading it had become automatic. When I thought about it more I also realised that I didn’t care enough about the characters to force myself to read another 100 pages to find out what happens with them. I know I’m a tad sadomasochistic but I’m not that far on the masochistic side.
In the beginning I found this story quite depressing and on the verge of haunting but at some point it lost that feel and became emotionless for me. Must have been after the whole beach scene. I believe that scene was the only thing that actually kept me reading for so long. The knowledge that something disastrous was in there somewhere was constantly dangled like an elusive treat and then you finally reach it. That point is the pinnacle and there after it’s a rapid descent into lifelessness.
That’s what this story ended up feeling to me. Lifeless.
It reminded me of a lecturer who gives a long winded lecture in the same bored monotone, not because they want to but because they are told to and it’s the last thing they want to do. And that is what the story was when it comes down to it. A boring, emotionless, dull tale told in a lifeless monotone, which is a shame really because the idea had promise.
Such a waste.