Well, this book fizzled and died for me. For the record, I really wanted to like Wildefire by Karsten Knight, but the read just went from bad to worse. For starters, it’s not at all what I expected it would be. For second, it’s not very well written. The transitions are clunky and the author uses too many weird devices to tell a story.
I always know it’s a bad thing when I am not absorbed in a book, but this was ridiculous. I spent three days lazily chipping away at this book and didn’t get any further than page 143. Wow. I also know it’s not doing anything for me when I start to fantasize about doing other things I could be doing; like brushing my teeth, or grooming the cat’s nails. Or, woe betide, washing the floor under a table in a little used corner of my house. Again, wow. When you’re on your hands and knees with a soapy pail of water and your boyfriend points out “You’re really not enjoying your book, are you?” I think it’s safe to say that you are, in fact, not enjoying your book.
It could be worse. I made it a chunk into the book after all, but I won’t be finishing it. I felt no empathy to the main character or her sociopathic sister (who kills a girl in the first 45 pages) and less connection to the smattering of characters who feel thrown into the mix. The fact that an older park ranger is the main love interest squigs me out too. Hello?! Can you say jail bait (and I’m not even a prude)? As the book slogged on I felt less and less interest in these characters and when the reveal finally came the way Knight opens up the characters is just…awkward… and weird… and not worth my time.
Oh well, not for me. Clearly. 1 out of 5 stars. I can’t recommend it.
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