I had a strange reading experience this week. I started off on such a high finishing both Blood Red Road and its sequel in one day. The next morning I started Lilith Saintcrow's The Iron Wyrm affair. This had been recommended to me by my mum and I was looking forward to it. Set in an alternative Victorian London with witchcraft and steam punkesque hijinks, it's safe to say that this should have been my type of book.
Then I started reading. I don't know if I'm having an odd head space week, but for the life of me I couldn't connect to the story at all and was thinking about everything else bar the words written on the page. I had to force myself to finish The Iron Wyrm Affair. I knew it was bad when I began page counting. Every time I turned the page I looked to see what number was at the top and how much longer it would take for this to be over and done with.
Normally it takes time for me when I start a new series to absorb everything that's going on but this was madness because there was nothing I hated about Saintcrow's story. I wish that I could remeber something that made my blood boil, or a character that I found fascinating, but I can't. Maybe on a different week I would have loved this book. Maybe if I give it time and come back to the Bannon and Clare series I will grow to love it. Or maybe I should have put The Iron Wyrm Affair down as soon as I started to grow ambivalent about reading it.
However, I feel reluctant to accept that last maybe. A few years ago, I was all ready to put down Stephen King's Bag of Bones after 200 pages of nothingness, but I stuck with it and suddenly I was reading a great story. So while I'm glad I followed through with reading the rest of The Iron Wyrm Affair, I just wish that I had received a similar pay off. Has anyone else had similar troubles?