The blurb of this book promised a light-hearted, entertaining read, here it is in it’s entirety:
“When you are an inoffensive retired librarian with bitter personal experience of Evil Talking Cats, do you rescue a kitten from the cold on a December night?
Do you follow up news items about cats digging in graveyards?
Do you inquire into long-ago cats who voyaged around the world with Captain Cook?
Well, yes. If you are Alec Charlesworth that is precisely what you do – with unexpected and terrifying consequences …”
Maybe if I was only 8 this book would have lived up to that expectation. But I do have some doubts about that, as regular readers of this blog will know we quite like reading children’s books and although this might have been passable entertainment for a few evenings I doubt it could ever become a much-loved classic. In fact I did double check and it really is aimed at adults. But it’s so badly written that I gave up on it before I was a quarter of the way through it. Ironic as it’s written by the woman who recently wrote a best-selling book on grammar!
To be fair it isn’t grammatically incorrect, nor is it an over preponderance on correctness that mars it. I just found the characters too bizarre and shallow. Considering that I love a quirky character this is a damnation of about the highest order possible.
I only nibbled it enough to give it one Bite before I gave up on it.
NB I received a free copy of this book through NetGalley in return for an honest review. The BookEaters always write honest reviews.