Out of Luck by Kendall Talbot
About halfway through this book I suddenly thought, “I really want this girl to succeed in her quest”, and then I re-read the title “Out Of Luck” and I was really upset. I was so invested in the characters that I truthfully didn't want to think that they might end up lacking in the luck department. (Most of them anyway. Not the bad guys of course).
Bugger. I can’t tell you any more about that. I’d have to kill you.
As usual, the language was really great. Full of figures of speech. Such as:-
Similes: ‘… built like a fridge’. ‘Waves tossed her around like she was in a washing machine,’
Alliteration: ‘… sad sack of shit’.
Metaphors: ‘The silence screamed in her ears’. ‘Her eyes were flames’.
Then there were the word and sound pictures: ’… fingering the tears from her cheeks’, and the piece de resistance - ‘When you shared sleeping quarters with seven other guys, and one of them could clear the bunks with his rumbling farts, it was not something you tended to forget’.
Right. I can still hear that. Bloody hell.
Of course, there were many more, but you don’t want to read a review full of stuff like that.
All you need to know is. Fantastic work. Great story. Loveable characters, hateful characters. Intricate plotlines that are not too hard for oldies like me to follow.
I often like to include with my reviews a point of improvement. Guess it’ll come to me?
Nothing! OK. Forget it.