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DNF's don't get to be "synopsized".
2 things stopped me from finishing, much less continuing past 10%.
First, the author bio. Thorton says he is a zen-buddhist priest, but the claims made in the bio are so grandiose, so obviously ego-centric that they directly contravene his first statement. You can't have it both ways.
Second and more importantly, Thorton can't write. The 10% that I read, not one thing was shown, it was told. Sentence structure was choppy, uneven and almost staccato. I felt like I was being machine gunned. I wanted to be finessed into the wonders of old egypt, the sights, the sounds, the smells. But what I read was written with the skill of someone like me. Maybe good for a couple of paragraphs, but not for weaving an entrancing tale.
And I guess that brings me to my 3rd point, even though it is more related to the first point. Thorton is supposed to be a bigwig lawyer. I would have thought a lawyer would have been more familiar and adept with words.
A thoroughly disappointing book that I couldn't finish.
Rating: 1/2 of 5 Stars
Author: James Thorton
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