To be honest, I preferred Mitchell’s poetry books…
Sherlock Holmes and the Ghoul of Glastonbury by Allan Mitchell
My thanks go out to Steve and Timi at MX Publishing for my copy of this book!
This must be the seventh or eighth time I’ve tried to read this book. It has been my experience that it is likes swimming against the current in a river of molasses. I got somewhere beyond page 145 before just giving up.
I’m not sure if it is the long drawn out descriptions or the uninteresting characters. I agree with the guy who said Mitchell might be better off with short stories. Maybe, and then maybe he only needs to tighten the prose a bit. Well, a lot actually. I have read Mitchell’s poetry novels all the way out loud as poetry should be read, but I only know that I cannot try this one again.
I can only grant two stars. The premise is there, but the author completely overshot his target.
Quoth the Raven…