Andy wasn’t usually sure about much, but she was absolutely certain this was the weirdest day of her life as she stood stranded in the middle of a great white room with six strangers. Well, they were mostly strangers. She could have sworn she’d seen the guy with the green eyes before, and maybe that was why he kept staring at her.
When a man calling himself the Guardian appeared and said they had come to make their deepest dreams come true, they embark on an adventure none of them ever imagined, and the consequences of their actions would change them forever.
This had the potential, but unfortunately, it didn’t stretch that far.
I honestly don’t have too much to say about this book. It was short, straight to the point, and yes, it was intriguing, and the intrigue was the only thing that kept me reading this book to the end. It followed the story of Andy and how she appears in the Great White Room with six other strangers, until, one by one, they are whittled down as they face their fears and dreams. The novel had a surreal edge to it — which I really did like — but it was let down by the characters and narration style.
There was nothing likeable about most of the characters, and the relationship between Andy and John was unrealistic and definitely cringe-worthy towards the end there. Most of the seven people in the Great White room seemed similar, and blended in with each other to the point where I was forgetting who was who. Chapter six, crippled, was also a strange one. The majority of the novel was written in Andy’s point of view, but suddenly, we were thrown into Roy’s point of view. After reading the chapter, I can understand why it was done, but it was jarring to read as those two characters had pretty polar-opposite personalities. Some warning would have been nice.
This could have been great. No, more than that — it could have been mind-blowingly amazing, but for me, it wasn’t. As stated above, the poorly fleshed-out characters is one reason, and the other is the way the novel was written. I personally didn’t like the author’s writing style. I felt like on too many occasions she was telling instead of showing, and I found it hard to sympathise with the main character at all, and I couldn’t connect with her. As a reader, I want to feel her pain, her fear, her anger — but I couldn’t. However, even though the novel read smoothly and easily (I finished this in only an hour or two, if that) there was nothing that stood out from the bunch of other YA novels on the market. I feel like this was both because of her not very well fleshed out characters and the basic writing style, which clung onto the bare minimum of what was required to write a novel. It was written, but not written well. And that makes all the difference.
Thank you to Netgalley for providing me with a review copy of this book.