This book just feels lifeless to me. The prose is dull and generic, constantly telling instead of showing, often wasting words on things that are self-evident or new details that add nothing. We might be told, for example, that a character is so tired because they haven’t slept in 18 hours and are very jet-lagged. There’s no poetry in that, no vitality, no truths revealed. It’s not even economical. The plot is alright. The characters could be compelling in the hands of a better writer. I’ll probably finish it, only because it’s an easy read.
by metapede