Pages survived: 40
So, at forty pages into this novel, I was already start to lean towards the idea that such was heading straight towards Suckage City. The brief introduction we, the reader, is given of the hero was so stiff, jaunty, and disconnected that I immediately didn’t care about who he was, or his back-story. However, I bided my time, for I firmly believe more than one novel's aspect has to suck in order for me to cease reading so PDQ. Well, then the letter exchange starts happening. And. I. Was. Bored!
That’s bored with a capital B, honestly. The exchange, even considering hero's masquerade with the heroine, was so one-sided of dialogue investment that it was almost purely a heroine introduction. Which, you know, makes sense, considering that at 40 pages in, the reader has still yet to get face-time with said female. But, by 40 pages of epistolary exchange, I was convinced I didn't even want to meet this woman. So full of happy-happy joy-joys was this chick that I thought I would stroke out into a diabetic sugar-induced coma; it was that bad. So, boring hero? Check. Irritating heroine? Check. Dry, stilted writing? Check. A DNF, perchance? I didn't know. I'm often a fence-sitter, what can I say?
So, I Googled for some reviews (Goodreads was sans any in depth ones, once more), and apparently, I was dead-on about this book's crappiness. Apparently the heroine (I honestly can’t recall this chick’s name, nor do I even care to check, so apathetic am/was I) has no character evolution or dynamic what-so-ever. Her entire on-page presence, as the reviews tell me, consists of Hi-I’m-Happiness-And-Fake-But-Real-Smiles-All-Day-Long-ness. Add that to the fact that my original premise, the plot being El Boreo, holds true, and this book turns into a total bomb for me. I don’t mind character-driven plots that are entirely internal, but if this story-telling device is going to be utilized, c’mon, peeps, you KNOW the author must follow through with some awesome characters.
I realize that a reader's absolutely character adoration can’t be established within just forty pages. I’m cool with that. I can’t, however, be cool with heroines that are irritating paired with heroes that literally had me all droopy-eyes with sleepiness. As always, there are too many other potentially good books waiting for me to waste time on the possibility that this novel -might- improve. So...This book = fail.
PS: Lastly, can anyone PLEASE tell me why the name of the hamlet/county/city/town where the heroine lived always had to be edited out? ‘Cause, really, c’mon, ____shire was as irritating as the female lead chick.