Peregrine Harker & The Black Death
I couldn’t finish this book.
After realizing that the first bit was thankfully a fantasy (still a ridiculously trite and insidiously sickly sweet fantasy) dreamed up by our would-be hero I was hoping my first impression was incorrect.
The plot idea is sound enough. The writing was dismal. It seemed at the same time both insultingly simple and overly flowery.
Over the course of a day I could force myself no further than page 23 (the beginning of chapter 5).
Perhaps there is a gem waiting to be discovered later in the book – but I couldn’t make myself trudge through anymore in that vain hope.
I was provided a copy of this book for review.