I should have been tipped off by two things: 1. The book is published by TOR, the publishing company known for publishing my husband's brand of fantasy novel (not that there is anything wrong with that) and 2. The acknowledgments inside thank first and foremost, Brandon Sanderson, author extraordinaire of my husband's brand of fantasy novels. I discovered both of these things quickly after opening the box in which the book was shipped to me. What inspired me to go on is a novel of a completely different brand, so boring, I was desperate to read anything else (see previous post on Vanity Fair). Thus, I have learned a life lesson. Do not get desperate to read anything else. Avoid this with all your being. The results will not surprise you.
To be fair, the book might be good for the fantasy loving, teen market (however, I do have strong objections to some of the content for teenagers). In fact, the more I think about I am not a Serial Killer, the more I wonder if I somehow got suckered into reading the unthinkable...YA! Ohh the horror that definitely overshadows any of the suspense in this novel. It wouldn't have been all bad, but then...he whipped out the fantasy elements. Oh well, not my taste.
I would like to say that the novel was well written despite my aversion to the subject matter. I would also like to say that I am glad I spent the time out of my comfort zone. Too bad I can't say either of those with a straight face.
Given the fact that this book is the first in a series, I would like to note to the readers of this blog, you will not find further reviews of future incarnations of this series. I have had enough, thank you!
Rating: 1 out of 7
-L
