I finished a rather cracking read during my commuting odyssey this week – Boyd Morrison‘s The Noah’s Ark Quest. It was full of all my favourite things in an unputdownable read – history, adventure, subterfuge and a will-they-or-won’t-they-make-it race against time. Excellent material for absorbing oneself completely in a world divorced from the sopping brollies and damp humanity on the train this week.
And then it was spoiled.
Not completely but the brilliance of the ride was tarnished slightly by that most insidious of plot spoilers.
Romance, or for want of a better word, Chemistry…between the protagonists.
I’m not against a bit of frisson in my reading material. In fact far from it. But I like my frisson to be relevant to the plot whether it be those all time frisson classics, Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice or a bit of chick-lit by the likes of Sophie Kinsella or Tasmina Perry. And when I choose to read books like these, I’m choosing the chemistry, romance, and lust that they promise.
It seems to me that modern adventuring tales follow a ‘formula’ which features a ‘ruggedly handsome’ fella and a strong/intelligent (sometimes both) and ‘beautiful’ woman who spend most of the story either pretending there’s no chemistry or avoiding acting on the it (as it would not be wise to distract themselves from the mission at hand). Only to fall prey to each others charms after some near death incident…
Bo-o-o-o-oring. Bored bored bored bored bored! Leave my action-packed thrillers alone guys! If I want the rollercoaster excitement of Space Mountain, I don’t want to be treated to an It’s a Small World boat ride in the middle!
So I deducted half a star from my 5-star rating on WeRead for The Noah’s Ark Quest…
Rant over…for now.
ps…only 17 sleeps to go on the Lil Chicky Birthday Countdown…