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ana90 's review for:
The Third Twin
by Ken Follett
DID NOT FINISH
DNF at page 160 (Feb 2018).
The characters are horribly written, flat and ridiculous.
Is Jeannie supposed to be exotic because she has a nose ring? And she's incredibly stupid for somebody who is supposed to be a genius. Her reaction to the black policewoman was so idiotic I had to google when this book was published. (In 1996!) Standing up for a potential rapist rather than her friend was also lovely. And saying that the potential rapist "gave no wrong signals" after CLEARLY GIVING WRONG SIGNALS was beyond me.
I kept reading on thinking that even if the characters are horrible, maybe the plot gets better. But no, one quarter in, we still don't know what everything is actually about (even though I can venture a guess - there are more than two twins! :O).
Here's the paragraph that made me quit:
However, she was going crazy living the life of a nun. She missed having someone hairy in bed with her; she missed the masculine smells - bicycle oil and sweaty football shirts and whiskey - and most of all she missed the sex. When radical feminists said the penis was the enemy, Jeannie wanted to reply, "Speak for yourself, sister."
The characters are horribly written, flat and ridiculous.
Is Jeannie supposed to be exotic because she has a nose ring? And she's incredibly stupid for somebody who is supposed to be a genius. Her reaction to the black policewoman was so idiotic I had to google when this book was published. (In 1996!) Standing up for a potential rapist rather than her friend was also lovely. And saying that the potential rapist "gave no wrong signals" after CLEARLY GIVING WRONG SIGNALS was beyond me.
I kept reading on thinking that even if the characters are horrible, maybe the plot gets better. But no, one quarter in, we still don't know what everything is actually about (even though I can venture a guess - there are more than two twins! :O).
Here's the paragraph that made me quit:
However, she was going crazy living the life of a nun. She missed having someone hairy in bed with her; she missed the masculine smells - bicycle oil and sweaty football shirts and whiskey - and most of all she missed the sex. When radical feminists said the penis was the enemy, Jeannie wanted to reply, "Speak for yourself, sister."