Oh yes, monsieur Joyce. Never has a truer word been spoken.
Cover of Night is billed – on the front cover no less – as…
Suspense that’ll keep you on the edge of your seat.
Admittedly that acclaim does come from middle-aged women’s magazine, Bella.
I tried with this book, I really did. I was expecting a tense thriller. Something where I needed to know who dunnit, why they’d dunnit and what they were up to next. I made it to chapter seven and then gave up…
Cate has moved to a sleepy town in Idaho after the death of her husband and now runs a small B&B. One of her guests mysteriously disappears (exiting through an open window in his room) and she’s kinda perturbed (although she seems more annoyed about having to tidy up his stuff than anything particularly sinister). She also seems to have a bit of a thing for the local handyman, although by chapter seven, she doesn’t quite seem to realise this herself. Then there’s the plot of the guys who are looking for the guy who escaped from the window. But it’s just, well, boring. Dishes have been washed, coffee has been served, Cate’s mother has come to visit, Cate has sent her toddler twins to the naughty chair on numerous occasions. But I kind of felt that none of this added anything to the story. It didn’t grip me, in fact it was so lack lustre that I’m surprised I made it to chapter seven.
One of the issues with this book, is that it has a bit of an identity crisis. It doesn’t quite know whether it wants to be a romantic novel or a thriller. It succeeds in being neither and is, instead, utterly boring.
The novel could also do with substantial editing. I know that when you’re trying to write you feel the need to include every minuscule detail to ensure everything makes sense/is in context etc… (heck, I often stage manage my dreams in such a fashion) but the art of a good writer (or editor) is to take bits out. The bits that are left out are as important as the information that’s left in. They’re the bits that make the reader use their imagination – the parts that make the story unique to them. Here’s one such instance which I think could have done with some editing…
Goss’s weapon of choice was a Glock, but in situations like this you took what was available on short notice. The two handguns provided were a Beretta and a Taurus, with a box of cartridges for each. Goss had never used a Taurus before but Toxtel had, so Toxtel took it and let Goss have the familiar Beretta. They transferred the weapons to their bags, then called the pilot of their rent-a-plane to tell him they were on their way.
Because they were flying on a private plane, they didn’t have to go through security at the airport.
Seriously?! How can a few sentences about guns and ammunition be so blooming boring?!
I don’t like to slate things, I really don’t. But this just wasn’t for me.
Fabulous rating: 0/5
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