I was longingly waiting for a book from this author that I could like if not more, if not the same, but at least close to my liking
of his début novel(though liking
in this case is a huge understatement). And Waiting for the Flood
seemed to be able to fulfil my high expectations.
I wanted really BADLY to like
It looked really promising to me at the beginning,
but all my enthusiasm faded away toward the end. The characters...
I wasn't convinced that Adam and Edwin were determined for each other. Good for them that they themselves
WERE, and pretty presto
. Well, I just couldn't buy their strong gust of sudden attraction to each other, and I didn't find them as characters very interesting to follow their artificial dialogues and this melancholic pace of telling. The writing...
A joyful spell, the very special charm of Alexis Hall's writing has been broken, and don't work for me any more. No one could doubt his real talent at writing, but all the finesse of his wording didn't touch me and left me emotionally indifferent. And it felt
And not like something that came from the heart.
It saddens me to say this but I'm afraid I have to delete Alexis Hall from my "authors-automatically-to-buy-list".
I haven't posted all my DNFs of him, because I always thought, maybe I would come back to them, some day, when I would be ready.