I review about one book a week. And because the publishers are giving me these books for free, I try hard to go in with an open mind and give the book the best review possible. Sometimes, such as in the case with specific self help books, if the information presented doesn't apply to my life, I still try and fairly evaluate the book based on it's merit and not solely on how it pertains to me.
But every once in a while, I receive a book that is so confusing or lackluster, that I just can't continue reading. I makes me feel awful to speak negatively about a book because I know the author's blood,sweat, and tears are represented on those pages. However, I also believe that life is too short and there are too many wonderful books out there to waste your time on works that don't touch the soul in some way. Therefore, with deep regret, I must confess that I couldn't finish "The Memory Weaver" by Jane Kirkpatrick.
Here's why:
*To start with, it's written as though I should have some background information that I simply don't possess. Because of this, I was completely lost for the first few chapters and it only marginally improved. Perhaps it's because I'm Canadian and not American and therefore haven't studied the history upon which this book is written. But, an author must never assume anything regarding the reader's familiarity with history.
*The story is being told from two different viewpoints - the deceased mother's (through her diaries) and the daughter. The daughter's story was engaging enough but I found myself dreading the change in font which signified a switch over to the mother's story since it felt laborious.
Dear Ms. Kirkpatrick,
Please note: I am but one person and your value as a person is not summed up in people's opinions of your work. You are loved by God.
BTW, I was given a free copy of this book from Revell Publishing in exchange for an honest opinion.
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