Whenever I crack open a book, I want to love it. I’m not someone who loves to write a scathing review. I don’t understand what people get out of that. Whenever I see a review for Dawn of the Dead that starts off with, “I really don’t like zombie books,” I think to myself, why did you waste your valuable time reading a book if you knew that you wouldn’t like it? I wanted to love Waking the Ancients, unfortunately I did not.
I’m going to have to apply my chicken and egg theory to this one. It took me two weeks to read this book – an extraordinary amount of time. I have to be honest, there were a lot of real life things going on that prevented me from getting more reading time in. But at the same time, the story didn’t pull me in. I wasn’t motivated by the characters to find the time to read. Which was the cause and which was the symptom? I can’t really say.
That being said, this wasn’t my first voyage into a gothic horror story by Catherine Cavendish. She is a talented author whose stories I’ve enjoyed in the past. I’ve no doubt that Cavendish has some other devilishly great characters up her sleeves. Her writing is on point, I just lacked a connection with this one.