I started reading Karsten Knight’s Wildefire a little while ago. It seemed like it could have an interesting premise. Adopted girl with extraordinary powers, nothing hugely original, but something that had promise at least in the premise.
Reading it kind of… spoiled that for me.
The dialogue turned out to be rather unbelievable, sometimes in a heavy-handed sort of way, and it put me in the mind of somebody who’s trying to write teenage stereotypes rather than actual teenagers. One of the characters is blind, and the author seems to make a big point of mentioning this at every opportunity, to the level at which I’m pretty sure “the blind girl” appeared in print more often than the character’s actual name. She’d blind, blind blind blindy-blind-blind. And did I mention that the girl is blind?
Not to mention the author’s misuse of words. One example is the ever-popular “enormity,” as shown in the following example:
It was used as if the author meant “the state of being enormous.” Unfortunately, that’s not what enormity means. It means that something is terrible, tragic, and profoundly so. So unless those were some really nasty redwoods…
Normally I try to finish everything that I start reading. But in some cases, like this one, slogging onward becomes too much of a chore. Short of a radical turnaround in the book’s quality, I’d have given this one a negative review (I’m sort of doing that now, really), and I’ve got too many books to read to waste time reading and reviewing ones that shouldn’t have left the editor’s desk.