In my considered opinion, and taking into consideration that at a conservative estimate i have read over 20,000 books in my life, ranging from fantasy and romance to Dickens, Shakeapeare, French (in the original) novels, and computer science and programming books, they can start in one of two ways if they want to attract your attention and get you to read further.
They can start with a bang, as it is said in Trampolining with Dragons, see further review, or they can start subtly and draw you into a deceptively intricate story that weaves a web of intrigue so that you want to read further to find out what happens in the storyline, or to the characters or…
Poor books do neither of these things. And if by 10% or even 25% Ii am still wondering why I am reading this book, the author has failed in their job to interest me in my super power, as it says on my mug, to read.
I read voraciously. Many different genres. Many different lengths but longer being better as a book that I can finish in an hour is too light – unless it makes me laugh. Which is why I usually dislike novellas unless they are a part of a series. I read at least a page a minute as i can speed read easily and so 300 plus pages is my preferred book.
I Won’t be a Nun only half interested me and at 7% of the way through I abandoned it to read another book and then came back to see if I felt I if for a different reader it might do well. I find that I rarely get on with Irish books but occasionally they surprise me so I keep trying.
This wasn’t one to surprise me. It lacked the humour that would have encouraged me to go further.
1 for me – maybe 3 for a reader who likes Irish stories.