Arturo Serrano
Qué absoluta porquería de panfleto. El autor quiso hacer una novela de denuncia (sobre experiencias que él personalmente nunca vivió) y terminó haciendo una pornomiseria que da pena ajena de lo desastrosamente mal escrita que está. A cada rato interrumpe la narración para embutir ensayos que al final no tienen nada que ver con la trama porque lo único que importa es que a la protagonista le tiene que ir mal. El mundo es horrible, pasan cosas feas, fin. De verdad, ahórrense el fastidio de leer esta basura.
This book ought to deserve 5 stars, but it's full of sentences like this:
“The elements are conveniently set out in a table called the periodic table—I won't go into why it's called that, although it's interesting.”
It's infuriating that Dawkins can't make science simple without mutilating the details. This is presumably a book for children, and I can't see how this approach is supposed to get them excited to learn more, when Dawkins continuously refuses to complete his explanations.
I really tried, but I couldn't. I had to DNF at 10%. The concept of a city of books is fascinating, and was the main reason why I requested an ARC, but the choice to begin the story with the stereotypical “young angsty drunk poet” doesn't help maintain the reader's interest. The focus on that character makes the reading experience tedious and impossible to enjoy.
As others have pointed out, this is not really a fantasy novel. That means the marketing text is misleading.