Title: The Woman Who Threw Stars
Author: BK Fowler
Available from: Amazon
Chalk up another book I couldn’t finish. I gave up halfway in. I kept waiting for the rambling nonsense to come together and become a coherent story, but it just got worse. At that point, the only mystery was a missing journalist and a dead banker. Not only did I have absolutely no idea what one had to do with the other (if anything), there wasn’t any discernible progress being made towards enlightenment.
The description claims this book has a “touch of the absurd.” That’s like saying salt dough has a touch of salt in it. I appreciate a touch of the absurd, but I just can’t connect with the completely absurd. There’s an awful lot of words spend on what appears to be absurdity for the sake of absurdity, and none of it moves the story along.
I did like Jett Roscoe, which was the only reason I read half the book before giving up. Unfortunately, he was stuck in the absurd and nonsensical nonstory unfolding around him.
If you’re a huge HUGE fan of absurdity and nonsense and don’t care all that much about a story that actually makes progress as you turn the pages, you’ll probably love this book. If not, don’t waste your money.