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jacqueline1989's review
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Pages survived: 99
The reading gods have cursed me.
I am typically very selective in choosing whether or not a book is interesting enough for me to attempt. As such, I rarely have did-not-finish books sitting around on my bookshelf. But, apparently that's not the case for this month. The last two books I've chosen to read have been wallbangers...including this one.
More often than not, the reason I never finish a novel deals with the characters. Specifically, my hatred of how said characters were written, or just their overall personalities. Not so for Here Is My Heart. It is of my not so humble opinion that the title for this story should have read Here Is My God Awful Written Dialogue.
It's a very rare thing to read a book wherein the characters are extremely fascinating, but every sentence which erupts from their mouth is as nails on a chalkboard. Put simply, the dialogue sucked. Every time two characters engaged in speech together, I thought I was going to hurl from the unreality of it. Aside from just very cheesy exchanges, what was more difficult to swallow were the frequent spoken monologues the cast of characters would randomly state when alone. I don't particularly find the idea of a character speaking to themselves weird. Idiosyncratic, perhaps, but still believable. Instead,what was so painful was the fact that when such characters would engage in this activity, the way certain reflections were phrased was as stilted and awkward as a preteen's first date.
It's odd, but one could almost swear there were two entirely different authors creating this book; one writing the dialogue, and one writing everything else. Spoken word is such an integral part of the world we live in, and even more so for the fictional word. When words and statements don't ring true, it can be so jarring that we literally loose sight or admiration, or even like, of a characters. So, sadly, while having an amazing story dynamic, I just couldn't stomach another moment in this book's world.
The reading gods have cursed me.
I am typically very selective in choosing whether or not a book is interesting enough for me to attempt. As such, I rarely have did-not-finish books sitting around on my bookshelf. But, apparently that's not the case for this month. The last two books I've chosen to read have been wallbangers...including this one.
More often than not, the reason I never finish a novel deals with the characters. Specifically, my hatred of how said characters were written, or just their overall personalities. Not so for Here Is My Heart. It is of my not so humble opinion that the title for this story should have read Here Is My God Awful Written Dialogue.
It's a very rare thing to read a book wherein the characters are extremely fascinating, but every sentence which erupts from their mouth is as nails on a chalkboard. Put simply, the dialogue sucked. Every time two characters engaged in speech together, I thought I was going to hurl from the unreality of it. Aside from just very cheesy exchanges, what was more difficult to swallow were the frequent spoken monologues the cast of characters would randomly state when alone. I don't particularly find the idea of a character speaking to themselves weird. Idiosyncratic, perhaps, but still believable. Instead,what was so painful was the fact that when such characters would engage in this activity, the way certain reflections were phrased was as stilted and awkward as a preteen's first date.
It's odd, but one could almost swear there were two entirely different authors creating this book; one writing the dialogue, and one writing everything else. Spoken word is such an integral part of the world we live in, and even more so for the fictional word. When words and statements don't ring true, it can be so jarring that we literally loose sight or admiration, or even like, of a characters. So, sadly, while having an amazing story dynamic, I just couldn't stomach another moment in this book's world.
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