Blackbirds by Chuck Wendig
(Book #1 of the Miriam Black series)
Rating: 🍁
I got about half-way through Blackbirds by Chuck Wendig and had to stop. Not because the writing was bad - it was excellent. Not because the story was boring - I was riveted. Not even because I didn't like the characters - they were wonderfully heart-breaking.
I had to stop because it felt like my mind and heart were being dragged through a cesspool. And I don't necessarily mean that in a bad way. The truth is that there's a whole lot of crap in life, and it deserves as much literary attention and honesty as the more pleasant parts. In fact, the two parts are often intertwined in some way.
My problem is that I become completely absorbed in the world of a well-written book. Some people are able to separate from it and deal with it on an intellectual, more abstract level, and that's great. For me, though, stories have the ability to shape the way I view myself and the world I live in on a fundamental level. And while I acknowledge the existence of the world's crap, dwelling on it is counterproductive to my ultimate goal of trying to become the best version of myself that I can be.
So, I'm sorry, Mr. Wendig. I had to break things off.
It's not you. It's me.
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