The Children of Green Knowe, L.M. Boston

Oh my God this book was boring.  It was so, so, so boring.  It started out boring and it carried on being boring and there was nothing but boring and I kept thinking that something, anything, would have to happen eventually, but nothing ever did. Ever.  Nothing ever happened.  There was some conflict set up; there were suggestions of some kind of mystery; and nothing ever happened.  I was reading this book during one of my classes today (a fairly dull class, as it goes), and the book was so ungodly boring that I actually chose to put the book away and pay attention to what was going on in my class.  Which was basically just people writing on the chalkboard and being corrected or praised.  So that will give you some idea of how amazingly outstandingly impossibly tedious this book was.  There are six sequels to it and I feel like I should read another one just to see if the situation improves any, but I can’t bring myself to do it.   Ugh.

  • Lynne

    If you’re not into description and atmosphere building, I can see why you couldn’t get into the book. I was enthralled by the atmosphere and the dreamy pace. The creepy parts were that much more creepy for being mostly suggested.