Some Day I’ll Find You – Richard Madeley
For years I’ve never really warmed to Richard Madeley.
I think he’s smug, totally in love with himself and arrogant to boot.
So when I saw his debut book on Amazon, I saw a chance to change my opinion of him. Unfortunately it just confirmed it.
“OK, so if you hated Richard in the first place, whatever made you pick up his book and read it? Surely you’re just asking for trouble?”
And that, dear reader is a good question, but this blog would be pretty dull if I rated every book a four or five out of five now, wouldn’t it?
Now in starting this review, I’d like to point out that just because I can’t stand the man I did not let it taint my opinion of his book. I start each and every book with an open mind and judge each one on the way it’s written, its story, its characters and its ending.
Unfortunately however I thought that “Some Day I’ll Find You” is typical Madeley – it’s charmless, self-important and lacks thought. But then that’s Madeley to a tee, isn’t it? He has delusions of grandeur and thinks he can be an author, so allow me to explain why he shouldn’t give up his day job.
Rather than fashion all of these into a few paragraphs, I’m not even going to give ol’ Richard the courtesey. I’d rather bullet point them. Much like the smug git does in his Youtube video promoting this
WARNING – SMUG KLAXON SOUND!
No Richard. No. No No and No again.
- Missing speech marks on the opening page (the OPENING page for Christ’s sake!)
- Laboured use of language
- Overuse of hyphens and italics (lazy man’s punctuation)
- Continuity errors
- Factual errors
- Language you can’t see being used in 1940s Britain “That was really something dad” and “sooo unfair!”
- Dull, lifeless characters
If I could give some small amount of praise it would be that the first part of the book was interesting, but after an ‘dogfighting incident’ the plot plummets faster than the Spitfire involved. It crashes. It burns, and it hurts (my eyes).
Unfortunaley for Mr M, no-one told him he needed to try a little harder and someone knew that in terms of sales, it wasn’t going to matter.
From the missing speech marks on the opening page (the opening page!) to the laboured use of language (“bestowed”, “gavotte”) and the extraordinary over use of hyphens and italics (the lazy man’s punctuation tools), it is clear that this book did not have an editor. Or far more likely, it had an editor who didn’t want to upset a very valuable client.
Stick to telling your wife to shut up, because that’s all you seem to be good for.
Leave the writing to those who know how to string a sentence together.
The Book Boy.
The Book Boy Rating – 1/5