In short, the start was a bit slow and my furrowed brows out of confusion carved a crater into my forehead. Set a medium-sized time frame where characters would slowly go into things, thinking about them, having realistic outcomes, less lucky breaks, logical twists and turns that wouldn't leave me annoyingly puzzled. And the reason of me feeling a tad peeved was because I needed the story to build up a little. I was exasperated when I felt like I was on the edge of my seat to then be brought back to a nice comfy sofa and in the middle of sitting my butt down, BACK TO THE EDGE OF MY SEAT. you know, not important stuff) fades away.

I want to be so fully immersed in the revenge plot devices that everything else (responsibilities, school. However, when I'm reading about revenge, I need to feel like it's really happening.

Kill them all, burn the world to the ground, cut off some heads ad put them on spiked gates.

Some things moved too quickly (ahem, revenge), others too slow (ahem, the whole entire thing) and don't get me wrong, normally I'm all for quick revenge. For example, the aspect of 'I must finish this, why haven't I finished yet- finish thisssss' was very much hitting my head repeatedly, but I felt incomplete. I wasn't exactly lost, yet I didn't feel like I was following the trail depicted in said imaginary map. I saw the plot of this novel as a sort of convoluted map of a sort. The storyline for this book followed a girl that had fortunately escaped a kidnapping attempt, to then be thought of as a faker by everyone, including local authorities. So even though I didn't go into this completely blind, I was slightly crossing the path with a cane and a bad eye. *metaphorical bombs explode in the distance, raining dramatic hellfire*įirstly, let me get out of the way (before I stupidly drive into it over and over again), the fact that I forgot all about the synopsis.

I don't think I loved this book as much as I thought I did. See, at first I was sure it was a great read.Īs much as I can possibly analyze a book, I read so quickly I think my neurons gave up halfway.Īnd in that interval of miserable time when I forced myself to use my gray matter (read: kindly threatened the upstairs department of cognitive development), I realized something quite important: (I found my problem with this book, it was the end) (I may sound like I hated the book, but I promise that's just how my alter ego is acting like)

Out of the fire by andrea contos