Angela and her brother Simon are about to fly to a gold mine in the Australian outback. She’s a little surprised when she meets the pilot of the small plane they’re taking. Something about him doesn’t seem quite right. But Angela reminds herself that flying is safer than riding in a car.
It was said with promptness, even precipitation; yet the understanding, shortly after, appeared to have left between them a certain awkwardness, and it was almost as if to change the subject and relieve them equally that she suddenly reminded him of something he had spoken earlier. "You were to tell me why in particular you had to be here."
This book was okay, aside from the boring plot, the predictability of the problems (and solutions) that they faced, the characters that had no depth whatsoever, and the bad writing.
The plot could’ve been nice. James Roy could’ve done so many things with this book, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t even do the bare minimum. It feels like he just searched for a random trope generator and tried to make a story out of the first three results he got.
I can excuse a bad plot if the writing is at least decent, but the writing was even worse than the plot. There was no point in reading this book and it reads like he saw no point in writing it either. Every sentence was just to fill the pages, but nothing held any significance. Not even 10 pages in and i already read at least 4 variations of the sentence “he didn’t hide his smile.” How did the editor read this book and think it was okay??
Instead of filling the book with the same sentence in a different order he could’ve at least try to add more depth to the characters. All i know about Angela and Simon is that she likes to draw and he likes planes. Way to make a book interesting James.
The only reason i finished this book was because i had some hope left for the ending, but i soon realized nothing would be able to save the monstrosity that is this book.