I, too, read Nancy Kwonsberg’s Dent In My Thigh Skin, and I have to disagree with B.C. Roesenthal’s review. As someone who has read several books, I’ve come to realize there are certain elements to a book’s story that determine it’s readability. Sadly, I found this book to be lacking in many of these. First, the plot was ultimately unsatisfying. Throughout the story, we are shown many different characters who interact, but only until the end of the book, where the story simply stopped. True, many writers do this, but I’ve learned that a denouement is more effective if the characters get married, or are at least left at a tingling cliffhanger, neither of which happens here. Likewise, the book ends without showing what ultimately happens to the characters. How long do they live? What do they do after the last chapter? I don’t know, and I don’t think Ms. Kwonsberg gave this adequate thought. Second, the book is actually quite “saucy”, for lack of a better word, and I think the reading public deserves to be prepared for that. Throughout the book, characters go in and out of rooms, close and open doors, and are frequently either alone or in groups. We all know what would go on in these situations, and I could frankly do with out this--forgive me--“smut” in my reading, thank you. This is not to say I am not an avid fan of Ms. Kwonsberg’s work. Indeed, my respect for her writing has only grown over the years, especially after I began to realize that many of the books out there in stores and libraries have, in fact, been written by her under various pseudonyms and copyright dates. As a reader, I respect that kind of dexterity, but that doesn’t excuse the shocking disappointments I had with this book.
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I, too, read Nancy Kwonsberg’s Dent In My Thigh Skin, and I have to disagree with B.C. Roesenthal’s review. As someone who has read several books, I’ve come to realize there are certain elements to a book’s story that determine it’s readability. Sadly, I found this book to be lacking in many of these.
First, the plot was ultimately unsatisfying. Throughout the story, we are shown many different characters who interact, but only until the end of the book, where the story simply stopped. True, many writers do this, but I’ve learned that a denouement is more effective if the characters get married, or are at least left at a tingling cliffhanger, neither of which happens here. Likewise, the book ends without showing what ultimately happens to the characters. How long do they live? What do they do after the last chapter? I don’t know, and I don’t think Ms. Kwonsberg gave this adequate thought.
Second, the book is actually quite “saucy”, for lack of a better word, and I think the reading public deserves to be prepared for that. Throughout the book, characters go in and out of rooms, close and open doors, and are frequently either alone or in groups. We all know what would go on in these situations, and I could frankly do with out this--forgive me--“smut” in my reading, thank you.
This is not to say I am not an avid fan of Ms. Kwonsberg’s work. Indeed, my respect for her writing has only grown over the years, especially after I began to realize that many of the books out there in stores and libraries have, in fact, been written by her under various pseudonyms and copyright dates. As a reader, I respect that kind of dexterity, but that doesn’t excuse the shocking disappointments I had with this book.
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