Whenever I come across an author I've never read, I get excited. There's always great expectation and with a title like Tales of Supernatural Horror, how could one go wrong?
Shantnu Tiwari is an author with at least eighteen books under his belt. With most stories ranging from zompoc to self-help on loving your work life, this guy's written it all. I have to admit, I probably will never read the other books though, due to unprofessional artwork. What drew me with this book was the cover's fab, HD quality photo. BUT, did the enticing, eye candy artwork live up to the promises of a grand, horrific, supernatural story?
No. I'm just going to cut to the chase on this one. It was not horrific, as the introduction suggested and it left me pondering: What exactly did the author want me to take away from this? I'm not saying the book was terrible, but ... it wasn't good either. And I say this in the kindest way possible.
Some books just don't have IT. Some books are written and the author just gives up, publishing something lackluster instead of leaving well enough alone. Tales of Supernatural Horror is one of those books. A collection of three stories, the author does his best (I really hope that's not true) to give you a good scare, but he thrill of the stories are lost on the lack of detail and proper editing. What began as a narration, with the first story, quickly fizzled with my experience as dead as the people Tiwari killed off.
As though written with a sense of great urgency, sentences jump, from one situation to to the next, without any information but what the author force feeds. Here's an example:
I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom to get a candle. As I picked it up, I saw...
...an old man standing behind me. He was wearing sixteenth century clothes, his eyes were red, as were his teeth. He was staring right into my eyes. I dropped the candle. The toilet went dark. In panic, I ran down the stairs in complete dark, and at the bottom, I slipped on something. It felt like a human body. A candle was lying by the body I picked it up to see the body. It was Lisa.
Tell me that's not coarse and I'll tell you Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2 was a horrible adventure. Uh... that would be a serious LIE!
This story just didn't work for me. There was so much awkwardness going on, I didn't push any further. And the contradiction was so In My Face, I nearly threw my iPad across the room- and it's on a stand! Here's another example- when character 'James Smith' claims he was injected with a drug to make his body comatose; all he cold feel was his feet:
I tried to move. My torso wouldn't respond, but my feet still had sensation. I used them to push myself up, coming into a sort of a triangle pose. I took a deep breath. I had one chance. Once chance only (and no that's not my typo). I clenched my fists as tight as I could and pushed all my strength into arms...
What the heck man!? I just quit. Do not pass GO nor shall I collect $200.
Cheers- I'm on to the next book!
Tales of Supernatural Horror
Amazon Digital Services
November 5, 2016
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