Before I review this book, it should be known that maybe I was not the target audience for this novel. I am a heterosexual male in my mid-twenties, who was looking for something different to read that would verge on the obscure and less popular when I bought this book. No, I did not buy it on Amazon - I bought it on sale at a bookstore in the mall.
Moving along, A Time of Angels was one of the few books I did not finish reading, which makes me feel slightly uneasy because I only do this with really horrible books, and I don't feel this book deserves that type of treatment.
I do, however, find it empty. At first I didn't know why. The story sounded good, and as I started reading it I was excited about the potential of the book and the writing.
A woman is torn between two lovers in a very whimsical setting where reality and the supernatural converge. Not exactly fantasy, but not exactly "Pride and Prejudice" either. A promised visit by Lucifer himself in the story was the final hook for me, and had me eagerly waiting to see how the book would turn directions when he finally arrived.
I, however, was the one who never arrived to that part of the story. I was 75-80 something pages in, before I realized why it was that I was struggling so hard to like this novel - and why I was having such a painful time getting through it.
The writing is pretentious. It feels as if you are going to read something very deep and meaningful, yet you constantly sense yourself waiting to find the satisfaction on the next paragraph, or maybe the next, or maybe....
But it never came. At least not for me. Maybe if I would've read just one more page, I would've hit that "jewel" I was searching for? But then again, that's how I felt the whole time.
Also, the author really missed out on a fantastic opportunity here. There was so much potential for symbolism, and deeper meanings in imagery and dialogue yet none of that was found. The characters talk as if they are deep, but I couldn't help the feeling that if it were a movie, the actors would be struggling to say some of the things that they are supposed to say without looking like they are acting. It was very forced.
In conclusion, the book was just too empty; devoid of any deep and symbolic imagery, and devoid of a grabbing plot. Not even Lucifer himself hooked me enough to continue reading.
The author has potential. Perhaps her other writings are better. I feel she has the writing talent, but just failed to execute the story and characters properly.