Publishing Date: December 2018
Publisher’s Description: Amanda Cadabra, covert witch with irascible feline familar, always said that was no place for a research centre. The lost village in Madley Wood, where the leaves don’t grow, and the birds don’t sing. An old secret. A new build. A body. Only one witness. Only one person who can see that witness: Amanda Cadabra. Only one place that can tell the story: the Cellar of Secrets, in 1940. And only one person who can go there: Amanda Cadabra. With, of course, only one grumpy cat. But this is a peaceful English village … who would do anything as criminal as murder? Will she find them before they find her?
Review: The nicest thing I can say about this experience was that it sucked the oxygen out of the plane while I was reading it. Thankfully the masky thingies sprang from their perches before we cycled through anoxia and ultimate demise.
I have been over the same ground, numerous times, where the English style of writing just bores the shjt out of me. Effusive and over-the-top characters coupled with the addled minutia of scene descriptors. The constant and continuous dialogue about shjt that has no bearing on anything will drive you to kick a cat, especially a familiar cat that does nothing other than create pompous instances. This self-aggrandizing and smug approach to writing makes for a reading experience that matches skin abrasions and defenestration.
Really, make me want to like Amanda. Build her within a compelling story line that builds her character with MOVEMENT, not babbling, and definitively not focused on a stupid cat.