My rating: 1 of 5 stars
I’d seen the movie and hadn’t thought the movie was that bad. Sure, it needed improvements, but I didn’t realize just how much improvement had been made on the source material. Putting it bluntly, this book sucked. This was the kind of book that makes you want to, in a line from the television series Friends, “push my finger through my eye, into my brain, and swirl it around.”
Yes, it was THAT bad.
The writing style was choppy at best. The characters were undeveloped. The topic could have been interesting, but the writer seemed to believe that his purpose was not to develop a story. He just seemed to throw words and phrases onto the page without any regard for what they did to or for the story.
I’ve read better from elementary aged children doing their first creative writing lessons. At least they understand some writing basics. I guess that McDonell never had anyone explain to him that a story has to have something to keep the attention of the readers. Or someone explained it to him and he just didn’t care. Honestly, it seems like it was probably the latter.
I couldn’t finish the book because it was just that bad. I don’t understand how anyone makes it more than halfway. The only people I would recommend this book to are people that I think deserve to feel the agony of being tortured.