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A review by knottykitty
The Book of Why by Nicholas Montemarano
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Copy provided by NetGallery.com in exchange for a review
Dissapointment...I'm sorry but to me this was. I didn't get what the hype was about. I'm not into self-help books.
Eric Newborn has turned around millions of lives with his bestselling self-help books. That is until he loses his wife to cancer and he abruptly stops believing in his own advice. Eric disavows his past teachings and lives as a recluse in Martha’s Vineyard. But when a determined fan tracks him down, he is forced to relive his past memories and contemplate his next book, The Book of Why.
Nicholas Montemarano’s novel, The Book of Why, actually begins as a self-help book.
Unfortunately, The Book of Why fails to advance beyond that point. The primary story arch simply ends in the second half of the book amid colliding memories and never gets picked back up. What began as the documentation of a man’s journey – either towards redemption or destruction – simply ends up going no place. In all honesty, there is no discernible plotline to this story. While the premise held real promise, the book devolves into scattered thoughts and ideas with no real connection and no destination.
The Book of Why may have some emotion and artistic depth, but it fails to deliver on its early promise of a story. What we get instead feels unfinished and unedited.
Dissapointment...I'm sorry but to me this was. I didn't get what the hype was about. I'm not into self-help books.
Eric Newborn has turned around millions of lives with his bestselling self-help books. That is until he loses his wife to cancer and he abruptly stops believing in his own advice. Eric disavows his past teachings and lives as a recluse in Martha’s Vineyard. But when a determined fan tracks him down, he is forced to relive his past memories and contemplate his next book, The Book of Why.
Nicholas Montemarano’s novel, The Book of Why, actually begins as a self-help book.
Unfortunately, The Book of Why fails to advance beyond that point. The primary story arch simply ends in the second half of the book amid colliding memories and never gets picked back up. What began as the documentation of a man’s journey – either towards redemption or destruction – simply ends up going no place. In all honesty, there is no discernible plotline to this story. While the premise held real promise, the book devolves into scattered thoughts and ideas with no real connection and no destination.
The Book of Why may have some emotion and artistic depth, but it fails to deliver on its early promise of a story. What we get instead feels unfinished and unedited.