I really really really tried to like this book. The plot is 1000% what I was looking for and love... BUT THE DISASTROUS WRITING
GOD JUST SHUT UP ALREADY.
The heroine keeps rambling, every noun deserves its own inner monologue - written in a way the author may have thought would be entertaining/funny and make the heroine likable... VERY TRANSPARENT TO THE POINT OF CRINGEY.
THE HEROINE SEEMS TO FEEL EVERY THOUGHT SHE THINKS MAKES HER AN ESPECIALLY SPECIAL LITTLE SNOWFLAKE.
EXAMPLE: she is not a morning person. Well, join the 3/4 other billion people, yet feels the need to dramatize:
“I then smiled at the bus driver in thanks before stepping off onto the curb. Hitching up my bag once more, I made my way back home on foot, getting there in just over a minute. I could literally see my building’s door from the bus stop. Which meant I could have that extra sleep on work days, as I wasn’t exactly a morning person.
In fact, to all who knew me well, I was a morning monster and could rival Hell’s wrath if woken up before I absolutely had to. Which made getting me up in the morning for school a bit of a challenge for my parents. But, since then I liked to think that I had matured in this department and therefore no longer growled like a bear at people should they wish me good“
Who tf cares about EVERY SINGLE DETAIL of getting off the bus?
Is the author attempting to entertain the reader with the ”growling like a bear“ comparison?
All it does is make me cringe.
The basic tone of the book: 10% plot 90% unnecessary rambling with indecipherable sentences:
Another example if not yet convinced:
“I shrugged my shoulders, moved aside and said,
“Have at it, Skippy,” I said, naming him this as he was always nicking my peanut butter, which just so happened to be the best brand EVER in all the history of buttery goodness. Well, it was my favorite anyway and I really would have to love someone to share it, considering my mum would send it in her monthly packages, which also included some of my other American favorites. However, my fellow Americans were really missing out not having crumpets to smother it on as, if you asked me, it was a match made in heaven.”
News flash: apparently LOVING peanut butter is of not relevance and NOBODY CARES.
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Transfusion: Book 1 (Transfusion Saga)
Stephanie Hudson
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