- The Crow Road by Iain Banks
In this coming of age family saga, Prentice navigates loss, romance, difficult family dynamics and the mystery of his missing Uncle Rory.
I may have to hand my membership badge over and give southeast my key back because I'm not going to rave like everyone else.
I'm not going to sit here and slag it, I didn't hate it at all or think it was shit. I just properly struggled. This could be me - I've got a couple of things on my mind and no control over them either so perhaps the wrong headspace, but, I felt like I was external to the novel at all times. I was never in the world, and I didn't believe in it or the people.
I felt like every time I was settling in there was a time shift, a POV shift, or both, and I didn't feel they always added to the story.
I thought Prentice was a wee shite, but I suspect that's the point.
There was just soooo much filler though, utter waffle that was extraneous to the plot and long dialogues about nothing. Yes that's life, and as such it's a really good depiction of the quite boring conversations about nothing that we have in life, but my eyes glazed so much and so frequently.
If reading a book is about entering a world, this just wasn't a world I enjoyed being in.
My apologies to the majority x