I really try to read every book that I pick up regardless if it sucks or not I will continue to read it to the end and try to figure out what the hell the author was trying to express. Every now and again I will throw a book, literally, to the side and damn near spit at it if it sucks that bad, hence ‘Moth to a Flame’. But for the most part, I consider myself an equal opportunity reader. And this novel was no different.
Birds. Goofy looking birds at that are how this story starts out. Explains the uniqueness of some cranes, yada, yada, yada. A few pages over and an accident ensues.
If I was not paying attention I probably would have missed the whole thing. Something like when I drive thru a really small city that doesn’t even own a stop light, I will miss it if I didn’t pay attention to the road. Yeah ish like that. I really was hoping thru out the story that these crazy looking birds that come to this small town will have something to do with the accident that happened. I guess it did but it didn’t. I don’t know what the author was trying to tell with these things. After a certain point I assumed that the birds and humans swapped brains cause everyone was acting a little wacko by the end of the story. The characters were all bipolar except for the man who got in the accident, Mark. Once he came out of his coma, everyone that was in his life before seemed like robot versions of the originals. The way he talked about him with his child-like way of thinking amused the hell out of me. He had no problem telling how it is! The other characters, they were colorful, and that’s me being nice. I guess the purpose of the story was these characters were suppose to find themselves and go toward what makes them truly happy but……I guess.
The ending was whack! Thank god I read fast or otherwise I would have been a little disappointed if I wasted a week or two or three on a weird story. Why’d I read it? Cause I’m trying to figure out why the books that are on the top ten bestsellers thriller list are on there so I’m reading all of them. Personally I don’t understand how some of them are there and I’m not. I’m not saying I’m the best writer there are but I should have clearly been neck in neck with this book.
At the end of the day, read this at your own risk.
Peace and Love.
Next read – Second Sight by George D. Shuman (Please don’t let this one disappoint me. A good description doesn’t always mean a good read)
The Echo Maker