There are several things that, in my opinion, make a good book a good book:
1—Plot twists. I enjoy a book that keeps you guessing and that provides unexpected plot twists and turns. I love when I say “Oh, s**t” to myself when reading something unexpected.
2---Character development. I want to be able to feel for the characters, to identify with them on some level. I want to be able to cheer the good guy and boo the bad guy
3---Vested interest. I like a book that pulls me in, where I am drawn in and rooting for a good outcome.
4---New ideas. I don’t like to read the same worn out plot and tired stereotypical characters.
5---A quick read. No, not necessarily an easy read but rather something that moves along at a steady pace. A page-turner
Kyle Mills’ Free Fall does not meet ONE of these criteria. I am surprised to see how many 4 and 5 stars this novel has.
I’d never heard of Mr. Mills until recently. My favorite novelist is Vince Flynn and when I recently read that Mills will be finishing Vince’s last book, I immediately wanted to check out one of his novels and so I picked up Free Fall.
I REALLY wanted to like this book—and this author. However, I simply could not. I tried to get into it, tried to like it. But it left me flat. It takes a LOT for me to stop reading a book once I start but after 120 pages (a little less than one third) I’d had enough.
There was nothing exciting, entertaining or interesting. The characters were, in my opinion, boring and lifeless. I feel that good authors (Vince Flynn with Mitch Rapp, Brad Thor with Scot Harvath, Connelly with Harry Bosch, Baldacci with Sean King and John Puller) write their novels and bring their protagonist to life. Heroes that ya just gotta love. However, the hero of this book, Mark Beamon, was…well, kind of a jerk. He is not ‘cool and collected’ but rather an emotional roller coaster. One page he’s proclaiming his love for his girlfriend and her son. Then, 40 pages later, he walks out on them cause he may be losing his job with the FBI.
Another thing about Beamon that I found…well, infantile, was his repeated cursing. Believe me, I’m no prude and cursing, rightly or wrongly, is part of most books. However, the way Beamon uses the F-bomb all the time when he gets upset—to his boss, to his girlfriend, etc---gets kind of old.
As for Mr. Mills writing style, I found it overly descriptive. Yes, sure, some description is necessary. A good author has to set a scene. However, he takes it too far. In the 120 pages I read, I cant tell you how many times he spent one paragraph describing a characters face, another paragraph describing the character’s clothes. And then 2 pages later, the character is killed or out of the book for good.
Apparently Mr, Mills is an avid rock climber. Good for him. However I am not. At times this NOVEL turned into a rock climbing handbook. Instead of reading like a thriller, it read like a manual. Plus, he also used terminology that is probably familiar to him and other people who rock climb but was alien to me.
***SPOILER****One part of the novel was laughable. Tristan, a somewhat unimportant character, has a (girl)friend Darby. Darby becomes important after Tristan is killed. I’m not sure what the deal with Darby is. She’s a world class rock climber who has appeared on magazines. Yet, she’s almost homeless and living in a van. After Tristan is killed, Darby sets off to find some secret disc Tristan hid away in a cave in Utah, a disc that can ruin the careers and reputations affect some of the top politicians in the country. Umm…okay. (Although Tristan loves close to DC, I’m not sure why he hid this secret 2000 miles away in a cave but ok…) After Tristan is killed, Darby—the wealthy well-known rock climber who is flat broke—needs a car. She spends $2000 to buy an old beat-up pick-up. And she then proceeds to drive this old jalopy from just outside Washington DC to Utah. I’m not sure where in UT, the author doesn’t say. But here is what makes no sense. The author states she made the drive in 30 hours. Well, per Google maps, it takes 29 hours from DC just to the UT border—1921 miles. Plus, there are no caves or canyons in eastern UT. Plus, if she was able to buy the pick-up for only $2000, it’s obviously a piece of junk and unlikely a vehicle like that could make a non-stop 30 hour drive—and that’s just to the border.
The added irony is that even after she DRIVES 30 hours, parks, hikes through a canyon and starts descending into a cave, she runs into the bad guys who have also arrived seeking the disc. Now, if this disc is so important and can ruin the career of several politicians, wouldn’t the bad guys simply get on a plane??? Darby drove 30 hours—and it took the bad guys the same amount of time??? Not believable.
I really wanted to like this novel and enjoy Mr. Mills’ work. But it regrettably didn’t happen. I wont even give him another chance.