Unfinished

Why write a critique about a book you didn’t finish? In fact, I’ve often found it annoying to read reviews of books, only to realize the reviewer didn’t read the entire book and therefore, in my opinion, didn’t have the right to write a critique. But as the years have gone on, life seems all too short to spend time in the head of a protagonist that I didn’t enjoy or in a story that I didn’t find compelling. We’ve all had the experience of feeling obliged to continue a book even if we’re not feeling the joy of a great book. On the other hand, we’ve all also had the experience of staying up much later than planned, often to the wee hours of the night, because an author’s writing is so engrossing, the protagonist (or antagonist) can’t be left alone, or the story has us in such a state that putting it down just isn’t an option.

So, I’ve decided to document the books I’ve set aside and the reason. I hope others find this interesting and explore their own reasons for doing so. Now this is not to say that they won’t be picked up later…but in that case, I’ll tell the reasons why and how it worked out.

51-wgTgqV7L._AC_US218_.jpgWhisper Me This by Kerry Anne King

How far? 32% by Kindle

Why I put it down: I didn’t find the protagonist compelling enough to stay with this one. She was clearly damaged, and that, in and of itself is not a problem (often the best protagonists are quite psychologically disturbed).  If I were to guess (without having to read the entire book to find out), I would say that the author was trying to take us through the young mother’s experience of dealing with her own mother’s dying and her father’s dementia, all the while trying to sort out a history of abuse from these folks and have a budding new romance on the side. So far, so good. But, I wasn’t interested enough in mystery of this particular woman’s history to turn page after page to discover her hidden story, which tells me her initial presentation (at least up to 32%) didn’t make me like her enough for the required curiosity.

Additionally, the protagonist’s reliance on her young daughter to be the adult-in-the-room made me cringe. It left me without empathy for this young mother. I prefer strong female protagonists who rise above their own childhood traumas before passing on to their offspring the effects of having a psychologically unreliable parent, which, although it may not be as bad as overt abuse, is damaging to a young child nonetheless.