Lately I can't seem to find the patience, or the will, to write reviews. Especially for books that I don't like ( which unfortunately seems to be the rule lately).
I feel emotionally drained at all levels, so my patience for half assed stories is even more reduced.
This was my first story by the author, and more likely will be my last.
Some writing styles and stories work out for me, others don't: what is supposed to feel magical realism feels lame to me, and sometimes I just feel like dnf a book after a first paragraph.
But then bad things happen, and I feel so lousy, that this is just the kind of story that I should be reading: a story about which I just don't care about.
I thought this was going to be about a character, Cora. Instead there was a myriad of characters _ most of which I couldn't care about _ with their vastly pov's, who would change briskly at the will of the wind?
Every single time I would start feeling some connection to a character, boom, there would be a pov's change.
For me the characters felt cardboard, the romances weak as hell ( with the exception of the police officer and his wife... that one I would have liked to have had more), and one of the characters _ Milly _ almost made me throw the Kobo against a wall.
Not for me I'm afraid.