Finding a starting point, from which to level criticisms at this book, is similar to choosing your first chocolate out of the box - so many choices, but which one do I want first?
Put simply, this book manages to fail to deliver on just about every level that it possibly could. The writing style, whilst competent, lacks all creativity and imagination and as for character development? Well, there is none. Instead, a compilation of stereotypes are brandished at us, into which we invest no interest or consideration. The plot links are so unlikely that the word 'tenuous' falls short of really describing them and whenever any artistic referrence is made towards photography the reader is left feeling nausious. The so called 'startling' revelations would be hard pushed to alert a sleeping donkey, and as for the laboured romantic and nostalgic whims of the elderly character 'Edie' - everything that she says leaves one reaching for a bucket in which to vomit.
The entire book reads like the inhibited daydream of a middle-class college girl who likes to be told that she's 'clever' and 'oh so bright', but completely fails to demonstrate any such quality.
All in all, a dull book that has stolen approximately three-hours of my life; time that I shall never, sadly, retrieve!
Whilst there are leaflets knocking about giving information on how to service your central heating system there is always going to be something more stimulating to read than 'a house of light'!