Had huge potential, just didn’t turn out as I’d hoped.
After reading the first few chapters I thought this would be a rather interesting read, yet the more pages I turned the more my disappointment grew.
That initial intensity of a rogue roof top gunman morphed into ‘ordeal by flashback’. When the shockwaves of the shooter’s actions reached the main characters at the epicentre of the crisis they each begin to analyse their actions, and for me that is where the momentum ceased.
As the story meandered further down the path of ‘where did it all go wrong’ it seemed to lose itself along the way. Don’t get me wrong, I have no objection to narrators reflecting on life’s poignant ‘what ifs’, but I didn’t expect this would be the main plot development when it had promised so much more.
On a positive side, the condensed the chapters were a bonus as they enabled me to read in little nuggets rather than one big chunk. Plus these chapters where headed with an alternating narrator’s name but the ones involving the shooter were untitled, which gave a greater sense of their invisibility and detachment from those around them.
No doubt there will be many other readers who will appreciate how the network of those closest to us may influence the choices we make. For me, I’m very sad to say this wasn’t one of my favourites.
That initial intensity of a rogue roof top gunman morphed into ‘ordeal by flashback’. When the shockwaves of the shooter’s actions reached the main characters at the epicentre of the crisis they each begin to analyse their actions, and for me that is where the momentum ceased.
As the story meandered further down the path of ‘where did it all go wrong’ it seemed to lose itself along the way. Don’t get me wrong, I have no objection to narrators reflecting on life’s poignant ‘what ifs’, but I didn’t expect this would be the main plot development when it had promised so much more.
On a positive side, the condensed the chapters were a bonus as they enabled me to read in little nuggets rather than one big chunk. Plus these chapters where headed with an alternating narrator’s name but the ones involving the shooter were untitled, which gave a greater sense of their invisibility and detachment from those around them.
No doubt there will be many other readers who will appreciate how the network of those closest to us may influence the choices we make. For me, I’m very sad to say this wasn’t one of my favourites.