I wholeheartedly agreed with the demonic voice when it told her, 'Really, Meg, your constant wordplays are becoming tiresome even to me.' 'Oh if only life could yield me a basket of ripe fruit, and stain my heart and soul with its flavorful bounty.' '.unusually salty words from a classy lady.' '.my never ending, mind-blowing conundrum of restructuring my life.'īecause she ate pancakes and watched a movie when her mom had her kid for the morning? tediously mundane, yet heavily laborious.' 'What I needed was surcease from this cruel life.' Really? Ice cream on her face? Nah, it is 'her flavorful countenance.' Settled in bed? Nah, she is 'safely ensconced in her boudoir.' I love a good word as much as the next person, however, the problem is the language here reads completely false sandwiched between the colloquial 'yippees,' 'yays,' 'I'm pissed off,' and 'No Miss Snot Nose' of the 22-year-old main character. The author clearly loves that thesaurus she has at the ready for she uses it at every turn. The main problem with the piece is it is brutal thesaurus writing. a 7 on the Richter Scale of disaster,' I want to smack her and have her experience some real suffering. When the MC's bad day is 'on a magnitude of 1 to 10. I was intrigued by the premise, excited to see about these 'neighbors from hell.' We are constantly told how awful they are ('their callous, selfish attitude, this seemingly irresponsible couple.') but in truth, meh. I so wanted to like this story, but I just could not get past how overwritten it is.

Captive Angel by Virginia Aird