I’m not sure how I should start my introduction, when I know in a few sentences I’m going to be negative or critical. Should I be? I’m not sure, but I’m going to be anyhow. I’ve completed reading This Raging Light by Estelle Laure. It’s unfortunate the feeling it gave me of the novel reading experience. I wanted the page turning to go faster and faster, because it just wasn’t getting anywhere. The story was lengthy, but, there wasn’t really a story. It was a simple love story at best, that essentially introduced us to a person who’s having some trouble in life and has to deal with puppy love in the meanwhile. In theory, that’s an iconic theme used throughout many top selling works. But for this, I’m going to say again, it just didn’t go anywhere. For lack of a better word, it was, boring… I definitely enjoyed some aspects of it, there were some parts of the story that really wrapped me into what was going on, and it was definitely well written those parts that did such. I was sitting on a train in California whilst I was heavily focused on the story, and I appreciated the message that this was trying to deliver. I just, don’t feel it did the best job it could.
To summarise, I feel that there was no beginning, middle and end. It was really, a middle that just carried on until a small final plot twist that wasn’t really a plot twist at all. With, all of that entire journey of criticism, I will still add this to books I love. That seems like an extreme act of hypocrisy from me, but I will explain why. The good…
This novel still did a golden act that well written books should do… Take you somewhere else and bring you into the story. I felt the characters emotions, I saw the events that were taking place and I understood the chaos that was unfolding almost before my eyes. Such talent of writing, was what kept me turning pages. Because there was still the desire, to see this through to the end.
– Michael Topschij.