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rlse 's review for:
Secrets of Sloane House
by Shelley Gray
Hey, did you know that the world is dangerous for women? Like at the world’s fair, on the streets of Chicago, and in being in the same room with a man? It is. Super, super dangerous. If you didn’t know, it’s ok because the author will tell you every third sentence. Also, the characters’ faith is front and center, which is fine and all, but between the redundant descriptions, inane dialogue, and insultingly transparent plot, I found myself praying for an editor.
The last time I came across characterizations like this was in Louisa May Alcott’s The Inheritance. Her juvenile, unpublished work. That is not a compliment. That is 7 year old girls playing Barbies. (For those of you not in the know, this involves a perfect good Barbie, persecution of good Barbie by Bitch Barbie and Jerk ass Ken, and support/fairy tale ending for good Barbie with good Ken.)
Perhaps this review is not entirely fair because I did not finish the book. I looked at the progress and realized I still had 20% to go with no f’s left to be given, and I felt a genuine loss for the time I could be spending listening to something else.
The last time I came across characterizations like this was in Louisa May Alcott’s The Inheritance. Her juvenile, unpublished work. That is not a compliment. That is 7 year old girls playing Barbies. (For those of you not in the know, this involves a perfect good Barbie, persecution of good Barbie by Bitch Barbie and Jerk ass Ken, and support/fairy tale ending for good Barbie with good Ken.)
Perhaps this review is not entirely fair because I did not finish the book. I looked at the progress and realized I still had 20% to go with no f’s left to be given, and I felt a genuine loss for the time I could be spending listening to something else.