I seize his headdress and rip the feathers out, scattering them in the air like –Ī murmuration. “Glinting wetly in the headache-sun, black seeds slide down the headless pole. Sadly both the characters and plot followed the same theme. The author’s attempt to describe sound affects was particularly baffling, including one page consisting entirely of punctuation. Right until it’s extremely disappointing end, the writing was repetitive, boring and at times downright strange. It wasn’t the plot that put me off, it was the style of writing. Oh, how wrong I was!įrom the beginning I knew that I wasn’t going to enjoy the story of teenage rebel Frances and her fight to survive on an uninhabited island in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Vivid blue, bright and modern, I took the naive view that this was the book for me. I’m going to be brutally honest: I picked this book because of it’s cover. The Island is a gripping and thoughtful story about a girl who didn’t ask to be the person she is but is also determined to make herself the person she wants to be. Frances is a survivor however, and with the help of the only other crash survivor, she sees that the future is worth fighting for. Survival is hard and so is being honest about the past. And when she is there she also thinks about the past. Frances is alone on a small island in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
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