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A review by sylvilel
Dead Witch Walking by Kim Harrison
2.0
So, so sorry, T.
I tried, and I gave it my best, since it was you who recommended it. But the brutal truth is that I hated it.
Prepare for rant.
I was bored already from the start, and it didn’t get any better. I will admit that I skipped through a great deal of especially boring parts.
The analogies. SO. Many. Analogies. So much TALK!
Have you ever sat there, reading a book, and thought: «This book talks too much?»
Because THIS BOOK TALKS TOO MUCH, and it never ends.
I partly suspect Harrison for thinking that if she just keep spewing words to fill the pages, no one will notice that there’s barely a story line.
I mean, yeah, sure, there’s the off-hand mention of some illegal drug operation, but it completely disappears inside all the snappy comments, half-assed innuendos and unrelenting exposition, and it lacks the weight to be at all interesting.
There is so much stuff crammed in here. New concepts, characters, situations and miscellanious details are constantly thrown in your face, with the seeming philosophy that more is more. There is literally no attempt at pacing, no thought of timing that I can detect. Like cooking a meal without keeping in mind that the various ingredients heat at different speeds.
As for the characters, they were all either over the top, two-dimensional, or flat out inconsequential. It was all a show of who could make the snappiest comments, get in the most sexually awkward situations, or try to get killed the most times.
Three thirds in, I STILL wondered what the book was about. But by then I’d finally admitted defeat (I read books like soldiers train at military camp), and given up hope on being even remotely carried along.
I’m sorry to say, really, but very few things in this book makes any sense. The concept had potential, but it didn’t follow through. This is a good example of a story being forced and not told.
Like «Fifty Shades,» but with none of the sexy bits, and all of the awkward.
Under normal circumstances, I probably would have bailed in the middle of chapter two. But I stuck it out for the reccommendation, and I would again.
I have TWO good things to point in it though: Jenks is a hoot, and the main character’s total lack of self-importance is refreshing.
Okay.
I think that was all.
I tried, and I gave it my best, since it was you who recommended it. But the brutal truth is that I hated it.
Prepare for rant.
I was bored already from the start, and it didn’t get any better. I will admit that I skipped through a great deal of especially boring parts.
The analogies. SO. Many. Analogies. So much TALK!
Have you ever sat there, reading a book, and thought: «This book talks too much?»
Because THIS BOOK TALKS TOO MUCH, and it never ends.
I partly suspect Harrison for thinking that if she just keep spewing words to fill the pages, no one will notice that there’s barely a story line.
I mean, yeah, sure, there’s the off-hand mention of some illegal drug operation, but it completely disappears inside all the snappy comments, half-assed innuendos and unrelenting exposition, and it lacks the weight to be at all interesting.
There is so much stuff crammed in here. New concepts, characters, situations and miscellanious details are constantly thrown in your face, with the seeming philosophy that more is more. There is literally no attempt at pacing, no thought of timing that I can detect. Like cooking a meal without keeping in mind that the various ingredients heat at different speeds.
As for the characters, they were all either over the top, two-dimensional, or flat out inconsequential. It was all a show of who could make the snappiest comments, get in the most sexually awkward situations, or try to get killed the most times.
Three thirds in, I STILL wondered what the book was about. But by then I’d finally admitted defeat (I read books like soldiers train at military camp), and given up hope on being even remotely carried along.
I’m sorry to say, really, but very few things in this book makes any sense. The concept had potential, but it didn’t follow through. This is a good example of a story being forced and not told.
Like «Fifty Shades,» but with none of the sexy bits, and all of the awkward.
Under normal circumstances, I probably would have bailed in the middle of chapter two. But I stuck it out for the reccommendation, and I would again.
I have TWO good things to point in it though: Jenks is a hoot, and the main character’s total lack of self-importance is refreshing.
Okay.
I think that was all.