So, I don’t like to condemn books and their authors simply because I despise their writing but Blood Red Road, in my opinion, deserves to crash and burn on my blog.
I hated the book! Hated it. In fact, I couldn’t even get past the first several chapters for weeks! I kept throwing it down, saying I’d pick it back up later, and when I did pick it back up, it would only be a short time before it got thrown back onto my bookshelf again.
What did I hate about the book? Oh, it was so promising! And I think the storyline was excellent and very thorough but I could not stomach the writing! It drove me insane! The broken English, the slang words. If you have read Legend you have seen the perfect balance of slang words and perfect English. In my opinion, anyway, and everyone is subject to their own opinion.
I felt like I was reading a book written by a redneck from the boondocks.
And not even the good kind!
I come from a very long line of rednecks on my mother’s side and on my father’s side, we are all etiquette and poise. Sophistication at its finest. So, since I have a lot of both in me, I think I am a pretty good judge of what is too redneck-y. I think Blood Red Road crossed the line …
And then some.
“The day’s hot. So hot an dry that all I can taste in my mouth is dust. The kinda white heat day when you can hear th’earth crack. We ain’t had a drop of rain fer near six months now …”
Yeah. That’s the first few words of the book. Pardon my hating it.
And don’t even get me started on the total lack of quotations. It wasn’t enough that the English is hard to understand? I can never figure out when a character is talking.
But like I said, the story line is good. I just can’t stomach the writing. Yeesh, I’m ranting. Okay, sorry about that. I’ll step down before I further express my extreme dislike for the book. Read it for yourself and let me know what you think.