The only reason why I read this book was because my aunt and uncle wanted to know my thoughts on it. One of their friends had recommended it to them. Not being avid readers, they lent it to me. And when I gave it a read, my mouth hung open. It was bad. So bad. I have not read such a poorly constructed novel in such a long time.
The Third Antichrist by Mario Reading is a story that revolves around the predictions of Nostradamus. Five centuries ago, Nostradamus wrote of three Antichrists. Two, Napoleon and Hitler, have already bathed the world in blood. But it is the third that will bring the Apocalypse. Only Adam Sabir, the guardian of the lost prophecies of Nostradamus, knows what will happen when these destinies collide. He alone has decoded the identity of the Third Antichrist. He alone knows the one who can prevent the tyrant’s rise and stop hell from reigning on earth.
The Third Antichrist by Mario Reading is the final instalment of the Nostradamus series. I did not even know it was a series until I checked Goodreads. For a stretch, I was reading really great books. They were thought-provoking and left an impact on me. They were books that deserved multiple readings. This one, on the other hand, I wished I had not read it at all.
To begin with, I hated the opening paragraph. I never thought I would find a book that I would hate from the very beginning. Unfortunately, I did. I didn’t think things could get worse, but it did. The writing style chose to tell, not show, that it made the book into a very uninteresting story. The narrative was so disjointed it became incoherent. There was so many character point of view that I didn’t care about whose thoughts I was reading. It was all very confusing, and soon enough, they all blurred into one. Speaking of the characters, they were all very one dimensional, containing no depth to them. I did not connect with even one of them to the extent that I didn’t care whether they lived or died. They were that bad. Things just happened for the sake of happening. Some things were so ridiculous that I could not believe the editors left it in. I think Mario Reading got an inkling that people would be laughing at this book. So to make it intense, he added violence and abuse in it. But unlike books like A Little Life and Killing Stalking, where the effects of abuse are analysed through characters showcasing why it is so horrible. In this book, however, abuse and violence were there purely for the shock factor. That really annoyed me. And there was an absurd amount of incest. Mentioning it once was more than enough, but no, Mario Reading took every opportunity to remind the reader of the incestuous relationship, again for shock value.
When I first read the synopsis, I thought it would be a decent read. Unfortunately, it was anything but decent. The plot was so bad and scattered, not to mention very long. I read 600+ pages of nonsense. If Mario Reading had stuck to 300+ pages, the plot would have at least made sense. When I read the ending of the book, I was very glad that I never touched the two prequels of this series. I’m not going to recommend this book to anyone, so I might as well spoil the ending. Trust me when I say this book is not worth your time. The death of the so-called “antichrist” was very anticlimactic. He was not even killed by the so-called “hero” of the story. But by an assassin who only wants lots of money to live a lavish lifestyle. That was just the beginning of the ridiculousness. Adam Sabir, the protagonist, saves a woman who attempts suicide by drowning herself in the river. The two people have never met each other before. Let me repeat that, they have never met each other before. The woman doesn’t know who the “strange man is” but the two of them are so overwhelmed by love after he saves her that they have sex. I hope this sounds as absurd to you as it does to me. And the crème de la crème, of course, goes to when Adam Sabir realises that he might have interpreted Nostradamus’s predictions wrong. Imagine starting a three-part series, setting off events that lead to countless deaths, only for it to end when the protagonist realises he interpreted Nostradamus’s quatrains wrong. I wish I was making this up.
There is so much more that I want to say, but I think I’ve conveyed how I feel about the book fairly well. I’m sorry for turning this review into a rant. It’s been quite a while since I’ve read a book that is so bad that I don’t even have a single good thing to say about it. My rating is a solid 1 out of 5. Reading this book just made me wonder how it got published in the first place. I can’t wrap my head around it. Anyways, whatever you do, please stay away from this series for your own good.