4 Stars
“Life is so full of rough edges – small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you’re naked and alone.”
I held off on reading anything by Alexis Hall for a loooooong time. No offense to all of you superfans, but sometimes you get really rabid over REALLY shitty authors. When I saw Waiting for the Flood available on NetGalley I figured, what the hell . . . and guess what????
Poor me a big ol’ tumbler of that, Mr. Kool-Aid Man, ‘cause I’m ready to drink it up.
When Edwin bought his house with Marius, he thought it would be the place where he lived out his happily-ever-after. When Marius left two years ago, that dream shattered leaving Edwin in a shell of a home, haunted by memories of a past he can’t let go of. As a flood encroaches on the neighborhood, a stranger arrives to help prevent as much damage as possible – and possibly repair some of the damage that was done in the past.
Waiting for the Flood was just kind of perfect for me. I don’t know if it was right place/right time with the 72 straight days of rain or what, but whatever the reason I loved it and read it from start to finish without taking any kind of break.
To begin with, the story contained the right kind of angst. No teenagers boo-hooing about how horrible their perfect lives are – this was believable, palpable pain. Secondly, while I’m sure there will be complaints about Hall’s writing style being pretentious (and maybe I’ll find it to be that way in other stories too), I thought for this one it worked amazingly well. A main character who makes his livelihood from words, but who stumbles through them in real life might very well think of the “unflinching certainty of letters” that he cannot pronounce clearly. The flowery prose and pining away for lost love is something that can drive me absolutely batty, but this time around???? It made me question whether or not I’m really a cyborg . . .
Lastly, I’m fairly certain (but not positive) Hall writes about the sexytimes in some of his stories. This one did not include any tearing off of each other’s underdrawers culminating in a mad, passionate, throwdown. Instead, it ended with me wishing I had a little Weasley all of my own : )
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
I held off on reading anything by Alexis Hall for a loooooong time. No offense to all of you superfans, but sometimes you get really rabid over REALLY shitty authors. When I saw Waiting for the Flood available on NetGalley I figured, what the hell . . . and guess what????
Poor me a big ol’ tumbler of that, Mr. Kool-Aid Man, ‘cause I’m ready to drink it up.
When Edwin bought his house with Marius, he thought it would be the place where he lived out his happily-ever-after. When Marius left two years ago, that dream shattered leaving Edwin in a shell of a home, haunted by memories of a past he can’t let go of. As a flood encroaches on the neighborhood, a stranger arrives to help prevent as much damage as possible – and possibly repair some of the damage that was done in the past.
Waiting for the Flood was just kind of perfect for me. I don’t know if it was right place/right time with the 72 straight days of rain or what, but whatever the reason I loved it and read it from start to finish without taking any kind of break.
To begin with, the story contained the right kind of angst. No teenagers boo-hooing about how horrible their perfect lives are – this was believable, palpable pain. Secondly, while I’m sure there will be complaints about Hall’s writing style being pretentious (and maybe I’ll find it to be that way in other stories too), I thought for this one it worked amazingly well. A main character who makes his livelihood from words, but who stumbles through them in real life might very well think of the “unflinching certainty of letters” that he cannot pronounce clearly. The flowery prose and pining away for lost love is something that can drive me absolutely batty, but this time around???? It made me question whether or not I’m really a cyborg . . .
Lastly, I’m fairly certain (but not positive) Hall writes about the sexytimes in some of his stories. This one did not include any tearing off of each other’s underdrawers culminating in a mad, passionate, throwdown. Instead, it ended with me wishing I had a little Weasley all of my own : )
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Thank you, NetGalley!
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