Okay, alright, I'll be frank here: I hate giving negative reviews. I despise the devil out of crushing dreams and pulling apart a craft that I hold near and dear to my heart. It tears me in half to have to do this, but it would be incorrect to give a false review that glorified something that I despised (and not for the content type, either. I am a lover of fantasy: high, urban or otherwise).
In Gray is set up about the premise of a woman surviving a car crash to find that she is monochromatic colorblind and that her newfound premonitions can aid her in saving lives of those soon to be subjected to mortal peril. I was fine with this and was intrigued to see what the author could do with such a concept.
But, from the beginning, I was turned off by a number of things. First off: sentence variety. Every sentence reads in a monotonous, textbook-style voice. I read it aloud to a friend to ensure it wasn't just me being tired or unfair in my determination of such a fact; she, unfortunately, agreed with me. Fantasy should not read like a "how to" technical book; I must say, this one was far more tiresome to read than a variety of the books that I've read throughout my educational career. And I study economics and find pleasure in reading case law. These supposedly boring fields with their even more "boring" language are more gripping to me and easy to immerse myself in than this book. Never you mind that the publisher opted to keep the font in Arial. I thought the first rule of novel formatting was to use a serif font--like Times New Roman or something to the effect. Whatever the actual standard, the font and sentence structure alone made for a painful read.
That doesn't even begin to cover my issues with this book. From the beginning, you have plot point after plot point thrown at you without proper context. I don't mind first-person narratives (in fact, I often prefer them, depending on the style of novel), but this book also lacks any verifiable character motivation or proper contextual set up required to become invested in a character. There is only one real relationship of value in the beginning, and while I don't think relationships are vital to a story plot, this story needed something to make it substantive beyond some woman/author's stream of conscious review of what could have been a wonderful story.
And, don't get me wrong, there is a good story beyond the awful coat of poor developmental, line or even copy editing. It's true--I found numerous grammatical and formatting issues everywhere, beyond total plot chaos. Stray apostrophes, periods, excess quotations, and errors of the like were completely missed by the author and editors in the case of this novel.
Paired with the multiple plot points not being given proper introduction, the world-building was significantly lacking in this work. Now, granted, this would be urban fantasy so it's not quite as crucial to world build as in high fantasy; yet, giving the reader some idea of what the town the character lives in is like beyond "small" and "where everyone knows each other" is necessary. We only really get exposition about surroundings in a few scenes. In some places it's rushed and in other places, the book lags on and often over things that aren't important. It's review of emotional contexts and how they should be approached in response to tragedy are mediocre at best.
Now, this isn't to say that this person who wrote this is a bad author. I don't want this review to shine negatively on the quality of their person or future works; in fact, this work (despite what the awful cover may denote) is traditionally published. The editors and formatters in this equation clearly gave no cares in the world as to the quality of the work they put out, nor the author's reputation.
This book had a logical procession, but it really needed to be more than one book or fleshed out in a lot of places. Like, a lot a lot. I found myself tearing up with fear at what it might be if I were to be left in the hands of a publisher like this who did not give a darn about my work, but rather if they could put anything and everything on the market at all. This book needs a serious overhaul. The story is redeemable for many qualities and I feel I would have enjoyed it under different circumstances. I really do.
But, when your book reads like a stream of conscious textbook with no emotional connection, it makes it very hard to continue or validate reading a work of this nature. Very, very hard. And I say that with much dismay. I don't think I ever want to open this book again, let alone dare to venture into a second book, as apparently, this is the first in a series.
I am saddened while I write this. This was a book I wanted to hurl across several rooms. It left me hanging in places where it should have given more (quite often, and not in the good sense at all) and dying for the reprieve of a later chapter in several other places. It's not to say that others won't enjoy this novel; I'm sure many will. Its reviews on Amazon indicate that many did. But, like, I can't help but feel that those few reviews might be overshadowed by a cacophony of bad ones if the author or publisher doesn't take steps to do some serious edits to make this book better. Like, seriously. It makes me so sad writing this and I feel so bad. I don't like ragging on a book; I often like many books that others don't--even the ones that sound boring. I found Charles Dickens to be enthralling when many of my book-loving friends despised him. Other "boring" authors of the like have enticed me as well, both from a classical and modern sense. But, this book here was utterly disappointing. I could not immerse myself in it for the myriad errors and poor editing (all types in question) and that's saying something.
And I hope the author won't take this the wrong way. Like I said, the story behind the massive confusion and formatting chaos was beautiful; had it been handled much differently this would have been a gushing review. The author's voice and prose, however, was completely drowned out by the fact that there was too much going on and then not enough. The worst part was that not even the appearance of the novel could make up for at least half of the mental torture I endured while trying and eventually succeeding at reading through this novel.
I sincerely hope that future small-published books don't disappoint me like this. Is it worth a read? Maybe. But don't go into it with high expectations of a piece of literature to remember or cherish. Then again, you might find something entirely different about this work and might feel differently; I hope that you do. I hope that my assessment is completely off in its regard of what is actually a good novel, but sharing it with friends and asking them their opinions of passages or plot points that confused or irritated me corroborated my now sorely given opinion.
I'm sorry I couldn't come back with a better review. Can the story be saved? Sure. But at this point, it is damned, in my mind, from the first sentence.