A review by kandicez
Zorro by Isabel Allende
1.0
I confess, I did not actually finish, but I got more than 75% through when I realized it was too late for this to get any better. Allende is usually a beautiful writer and I went in expecting to be dazzled. I was not.
The first quarter of the book read like Numbers in the Bible. It was just a drone of this and then this and then this and then this... on and on. There was no color, no excitement. I felt Allende was telling us everything, showing us nothing.
About halfway through, the narrator began referring to themselves and I perked up. Now the really story will start. Now we are getting somewhere. One hundred pages later and we are not.
Too many books, not enough time.
The first quarter of the book read like Numbers in the Bible. It was just a drone of this and then this and then this and then this... on and on. There was no color, no excitement. I felt Allende was telling us everything, showing us nothing.
About halfway through, the narrator began referring to themselves and I perked up. Now the really story will start. Now we are getting somewhere. One hundred pages later and we are not.
Too many books, not enough time.