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A review by nadiaisabk
The Third Twin by Ken Follett
1.0
As I read this book, I could not believe it was Ken Follett's work.
There are books that really get me -phenomenal books that I can't seem to lay down, books that I take everywhere, although they are over a thousand pages long and feel like brick stones in my bag. It's The Pillars of the Earth, it's Fall of Giants - it's Ken Follett! And then there's books you just read, it takes hardly a few days and you're either bored (predictable plot....) or constantly on the edge of blurting out comments about the terrible writing style. To this point, this could not have possibly been Ken Follett.
The whole storyline is predictable, the characters get over traumatizing events in mere minutes and you can't possibly find a page that has not been clearly written by the most superficial man on earth.
There are countless descriptions about the protagonist's sexiness, the clothes of every single character. The villains are pure villains. Everyone just seems to try way too hard to stay 'in character'.
Other than that, I still read it until the end and thought of it as amusing (also because I giggled every time the author described another person's wardrobe or hairstyle).
I guess my mistake was that I read his other work before getting my hands on this piece.
I usually love Ken Follett's work and I will try to think of it as a work done by a man that coincidentally shares the name with him. ;-)
There are books that really get me -phenomenal books that I can't seem to lay down, books that I take everywhere, although they are over a thousand pages long and feel like brick stones in my bag. It's The Pillars of the Earth, it's Fall of Giants - it's Ken Follett! And then there's books you just read, it takes hardly a few days and you're either bored (predictable plot....) or constantly on the edge of blurting out comments about the terrible writing style. To this point, this could not have possibly been Ken Follett.
The whole storyline is predictable, the characters get over traumatizing events in mere minutes and you can't possibly find a page that has not been clearly written by the most superficial man on earth.
There are countless descriptions about the protagonist's sexiness, the clothes of every single character. The villains are pure villains. Everyone just seems to try way too hard to stay 'in character'.
Other than that, I still read it until the end and thought of it as amusing (also because I giggled every time the author described another person's wardrobe or hairstyle).
I guess my mistake was that I read his other work before getting my hands on this piece.
I usually love Ken Follett's work and I will try to think of it as a work done by a man that coincidentally shares the name with him. ;-)