This book is awful. Let me try to give you just some of the reasons why.
It has very few characters and they're all two dimensional (at best) and, it turns out, virtually or actually related to each other. Forget 6 degrees of separation, these people have barely 2 degrees between them – and the plotline is all the worse for it. They certainly don't talk like real people; the dialogue is overinflated, stilted, flowery, heavy-handed - but that's not really surprising as the prose is like that throughout.
An example: He blinks several times in deference to a surprisingly effulgent, mid-morning glare.
WHAT?! No need. "He blinks in the bright sunshine" works just fine, you know?
And the dialogue:
'Are you an actress?' a woman's voice asked nearby.
She raised her head and saw a slim, grey-haired lady aged anywhere from fifty to a hundred (IT ACTUALLY SAYS THAT!!!!!) blah blah...
'No, I'm not an actress. I'm a student,' Ariel replied.
'A student!' The woman tilted her head to one side. 'I don't think I've ever stopped being one of those. Seems to me like there's something new to learn every day! Still, with that pretty accent of yours, I bet you'd do a fabulous turn on the stage.' [*Reader looks around for the nearest knife to stab own eyes.*]
The similes are overused and cringe-worthy and - credit where it's due, I've never seen this before - even used to describe things that don't actually happen:
The force threatens to whisk [his flat cap] off his head entirely, but he manages to reach up and grab it before it spirals away, spinning like a herringboned frisbee into the boundless blue beyond.
I could spend hours giving more awful examples but I've wasted enough time on this book already. It's testament to how badly written it is that from about halfway through, I couldn't bear it any more and began skim-reading just to get to the end and see if anything good happened. (Spoiler alert - it didn't.)
Sorry, Celia Reynolds, I know that writing a book takes heart and soul and endless hours, but I think your publishers did you a disservice allowing this one to appear in print like this.