Written by Kevin Wolf, I wanted to love this book. I did.
Told from the point of view of a writer, come into a western town to work at the local newspaper after some kind of bad luck just as a murder and a suicide occur. He notices that the suicide wasn’t a suicide and they both have the same wounds, like those inflicted by an animal.
Sounds interesting, right? Well, it sounded interesting to me. BUT, I could not get past the writing. It was inconstant.
Sometimes it was eloquent and beautiful, other times it looked as if no editor had touched it. I made it through the first five chapters, and if I didn’t have a pile of books waiting to be read, and if it wasn’t a review book that had a deadline, I would have kept randomly coming back to this novel. Probably would have finished it at some point, if only by taking it with me places.
This book was given to me by NetGalley for an honest review, and the truth is that I just can not bring myself to finish this.
