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A review by yvkhan
Seeker by Arwen Elys Dayton
1.0
There are some vague(?) plot spoilers in this review but I don’t think they’re very significant, so I’m not gonna edit it.
Essentially, the first few chapters keep building up to the same thing. The idea that “Seekers” aren’t what they seem.
The start of the book was rather dull. Love triangle, weirdly medieval system if cars do really appear later on in the book, and pretty generic characters as a whole.
But the mystery still showed promise. And so I stayed.
I saw the scene I’d been waiting for approach, slowly but steadily, the promise of a revelation, of finally knowing what the hell was happening, what the hell Seekers truly were. And so I waited and waited, rapping my fingers impatiently against the side of the book, holding out until the initiation scene.
“Finally,” I said to myself as I turned the page.
But there was nothing.
God, there was nothing.
I literally flipped back and forth multiple times, to make sure I wasn’t just imagining it, to make sure that there was true justification for my feelings of dissatisfaction.
I understand withholding information from your reader. But you can’t withhold emotion. Show me how Quin feels. Show me how the events of that day keep flashing through her mind, again and again. Her world has just fallen to pieces. Every single freaking thing she’s believed in has just been questioned. Show me how she feels! Don’t just tell me she’s been damned or whatever. Let her be in shock. Let her laugh hysterically and then collapse to the ground in grief. Let her do something.
I’m gonna assume based on context that they mind controlled her. In that case, what does it feel like to have your mind violated? What does it feel like to have those you’ve always trusted suddenly turn on you? You need to tell this to us, or we simply can’t sympathise with Quin. In fact, the lack of information whatsoever just makes us feel cheated.
Again, Quin’s vision of her own life has just shattered. This might be the most emotional she’s ever been. It might be the most emotional she’ll ever be.
Let us be there. Let us be there to see her at her lowest. If we aren’t allowed to empathise with her at her greatest moment of need, how can we hope to empathise or grow to like her at all?
I wasn’t able to continue reading after this.
Essentially, the first few chapters keep building up to the same thing. The idea that “Seekers” aren’t what they seem.
The start of the book was rather dull. Love triangle, weirdly medieval system if cars do really appear later on in the book, and pretty generic characters as a whole.
But the mystery still showed promise. And so I stayed.
I saw the scene I’d been waiting for approach, slowly but steadily, the promise of a revelation, of finally knowing what the hell was happening, what the hell Seekers truly were. And so I waited and waited, rapping my fingers impatiently against the side of the book, holding out until the initiation scene.
“Finally,” I said to myself as I turned the page.
But there was nothing.
God, there was nothing.
I literally flipped back and forth multiple times, to make sure I wasn’t just imagining it, to make sure that there was true justification for my feelings of dissatisfaction.
I understand withholding information from your reader. But you can’t withhold emotion. Show me how Quin feels. Show me how the events of that day keep flashing through her mind, again and again. Her world has just fallen to pieces. Every single freaking thing she’s believed in has just been questioned. Show me how she feels! Don’t just tell me she’s been damned or whatever. Let her be in shock. Let her laugh hysterically and then collapse to the ground in grief. Let her do something.
I’m gonna assume based on context that they mind controlled her. In that case, what does it feel like to have your mind violated? What does it feel like to have those you’ve always trusted suddenly turn on you? You need to tell this to us, or we simply can’t sympathise with Quin. In fact, the lack of information whatsoever just makes us feel cheated.
Again, Quin’s vision of her own life has just shattered. This might be the most emotional she’s ever been. It might be the most emotional she’ll ever be.
Let us be there. Let us be there to see her at her lowest. If we aren’t allowed to empathise with her at her greatest moment of need, how can we hope to empathise or grow to like her at all?
I wasn’t able to continue reading after this.