I love to read to learn something, to travel to new places born in the mind of a creative author, or simply to bask in the beauty of the words… I found none of that in this book and, consequently, feel cheated for time I invested in this journey.

I know this is only the first book in a trilogy, but my companionship as a reader in this adventure has to be earned. I simply can’t risk going through another fruitless, plotless, mind-numbing instalment of this story. Even my always-present curiosity to find out what happens next died before the end. So, dear reader, if you have more stamina and desire for self-abuse than me, I wish you happy reading onward in this trilogy. I am getting off this train right here!