I very rarely give up on books, but I’m afraid this one has been consigned to the “abandoned” shelf. It held high promise – the reviews on Amazon were all good, it’s set in Oxfordshire so I was looking forward to reading about the county where I’ve made my home (for the time being), and it was about Aunt Sally, a traditional Oxfordshire sport that intrigues me. Should have been a winner.
Well after spending about ten days reading it at bedtime I was only at 37% – because it just sent me to sleep after a couple of pages. I didn’t connect with any of the characters so didn’t really care what happened to them. I was continuously frustrated by the typos, especially the lack of commas that let phrases stream together and make no sense. But worse, I felt there was far too much detail, and many things that I understood instantly were over-described to the point of tedium. The story seemed to be going nowhere and whereas I normally enjoy “people” books, where nothing much happens for a while except you get to know the characters, I just found myself becoming more and more bored and irritated by this book.
“it’s probably me, not you” could well be the case here – but with so many other books to be read I’m afraid I wasn’t willing to spend any more time on this one.