Can books have a soul?
I think so.
All the books I've gone over have a soul. The writers, no matter how bad they, are invested in them. They care about the characters, the story, the world. They're writing isn't all that great, the way put the story together is sometimes shoddy and a host of other problems, but you know what? The authors cared.
They put effort into it and that gave the book substance. Something to work with. Some meat on the bones of the story. Maximum Ride has no soul. It's just words on paper. There's no effort in it. No care. It feels like a book report dashed off at three in the morning the day it's due.
Which is why I have nothing to work with.
Sure some people may like it. And if they do, that's fine. I won't begrudge them this.
But if there's been no effort, then how can I criticize it beyond saying there's no effort.
With life currently as upside down as it is, what with work being annoyingly vague on what's going to be happening. Yes. Because that never causes anxiety with an autistic person not knowing what the routine is going to be.
Ffft.
But I mean I don't think I can do any real focus on it. And considering there doesn't seem to be anything to work with, I may really just have to give up on it.