Title: Apparently, an awful choice for my first DK book
Product review: Turning a metaphor once in a while is good prose. Continuous languid twist of verbiage in a trite, ridiculous, pseudo-religion-freak, self-indulgent pretense of poetry-a-la King (Steven) is a little over the top. This book is so bad it's humorous. Now I need someone to convince me to purchase any other DK novel.While my usual (historical non-fiction) can be impassionate and light on creativity, it beats mindless, pointless, woeful musings of the human endeavor as related by what must certainly be identified as an under-developed, mal-adjusted, forcibly female point of view. Why else would the audio book publisher adopt an untrained female reader to help destroy this production? I was undecided as to which was more catastrophic. The book or the poignant example of what happens when an author signs a multi-book contract with his publisher....
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