Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Icecore: A Carl Hobbes Thriller by Matt Whyman Review

"He's a seventeen-year-old British computer hacker who penetrated the security systems at Fort Knox for a laugh. But the American government was less than amused. Since his prank, gold bars have been landing in the hands of terrorists across the globe.Now, Carl has found himself in a military prison deep in the Arctic and far off the grid. He's been caged alongside the world's most notorious terrorists, with no one to trust and no end in sight.Carl Hobbes may not be a criminal mastermind, but if he wants to escape this subzero prison with his life, he'll have to start thinking like one."

There's a few words that can correctly describe this book. And some of them are negative words while others are more positive and neutral. These words: Yawn, groan, boring, okay, yay-it's-over, whatever, bah. If you noticed, some of these words aren't exactly the describing type (adjectives, remember them?). There more describe what was I doing while I was reading Icecore. (But they also describe the books, because they are hints. Get it? No. Alright, then.)

Icecore is very interesting at first. In the beginning, it is so intriguing and mystifying. I wanted to know more and see more of the plot. How will Carl Hobbes escape? How will Carl Hobbes find a way out of the Arctic prison? How did Carl Hobbes hack Fort Knox, the treasury that is considered the most secured and safest in the entire world? The one where they keep The Declaration of Independence? (I hope I got this right, because it would be embarrassing if I didn't)

The plot moves slowly in the beginning. I spend most of the time skimming through the pages. Ya, ya, ya. Carl's complaining about this. Carl's getting beat up. Carl acts like a scared girl. Carl is going to die. Blah, blah, blah. Not very entertaining, for one point. Boring, for the second point.

Then, there's the ending. *Sign* I'm definitely not reading the next book, whatever the second book is good or not. I don't care. Once screwed, always screwed. I don't always believe in second impressions. Books are like a job interview. We're the interviewers. And the books and authors, well, they are on the other side of the table. Anyway, I really hate the ending. Maybe because of what a certain character has done, but mostly at the ending. Mostly the ending.

Rating: One out of Five (yeah, I've been giving a lot of these.)

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