Sunday, 8 December 2013

A Matter of Choice by Nora Roberts

James Sladerman frowned at the toe of his shoe.

This sentence needs more than a man frowning at the toe of his shoe. Though it is a little unusual. I mean how do shoes have toes? Actually, I know what is meant, but clarity is a writer's friend.

The next sentence:

He'd been frowning since the summons...had reached him in the squad room that morning.

That's a lot of frowning. I guess, that's what happens when you spend too much time staring at your shoe's toe. The plot in paragraph 2 backs up a little with back story.

Chapter 1:

Fall touched the trees and stung the air.

A weather report as told by Lord Byron on acid.

Against the hard blue sky, the colors were vibrant.

Sorry, make that Lord Bryon on Ecstasy.

First thing said:

"Sergeant Sladerman?"

Ultimately, reading this will be a matter of choice. Mine:

Verdict: Fail

Rudy Globird

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