Copperhead Cove. I read the first one, Molly's Moon, and thought it was OK enough to try the second one. However, this second one, I think the author must have regressed or had a lousy editor. This book is in big time need of a competent editor who could point out some areas that need to be rewritten.
First of all, his dialogue, I think is stilted, wooden and unrealistic. He also has people doing things that normal people just don't do. For instance, two men walking out of a meeting room with their arms around each other's shoulders. Never mind the awkardness of that just from a physiological standpoint alone, but have any two men anywhere on the face of the planet ever done that if they weren't closely related? Maybe one, a mentor type, would have his arm around another guy, but to both have their arms around each other, I think, never happens at any time. Slapping the table simultaneously as they laughed is another example. Who does that? Just a lot of small things like that bugged the crap out of me in this book.
His characters go out of character for no apparent reason. A mob lacky who's afraid of this own shadow, suddenly tells the legendary, burly hit man he's been scared to death of up till now to stfu? Not once, but twice. Where did that come from? Then he goes back to being meek and afraid around the guy.
The writing seems amateurish and junior highish at best. It probably doesn't help that I just finished a Lee Child book, who I think is one of the best authors around. Maybe not in a technical sense, but as far as story telling goes, he's beyond compare.
First of all, his dialogue, I think is stilted, wooden and unrealistic. He also has people doing things that normal people just don't do. For instance, two men walking out of a meeting room with their arms around each other's shoulders. Never mind the awkardness of that just from a physiological standpoint alone, but have any two men anywhere on the face of the planet ever done that if they weren't closely related? Maybe one, a mentor type, would have his arm around another guy, but to both have their arms around each other, I think, never happens at any time. Slapping the table simultaneously as they laughed is another example. Who does that? Just a lot of small things like that bugged the crap out of me in this book.
His characters go out of character for no apparent reason. A mob lacky who's afraid of this own shadow, suddenly tells the legendary, burly hit man he's been scared to death of up till now to stfu? Not once, but twice. Where did that come from? Then he goes back to being meek and afraid around the guy.
The writing seems amateurish and junior highish at best. It probably doesn't help that I just finished a Lee Child book, who I think is one of the best authors around. Maybe not in a technical sense, but as far as story telling goes, he's beyond compare.
