Way too much information being thrown at you in the first several chapters, much of it having nothing to do with the alleged story. By the time I was getting round to the 100th page I had had more than enough.
Don’t get me started on the ridiculous name for the lead character, who comes off a pathetic wooden mannequin who only really existed for her now beloved deceased mentor, and sadly never had any genuine aspirations of her own. Absolutely couldn’t stand her she was so flat. The 2 kids are equally 2 dimensional and frankly, by the eighth chapter and the 20th plus time being reminded that the dear wee souls parents had been killed in a car accident with their grandmother, I was of the opinion that it was a bloody shame that they hadn’t been in the same vehicle.
I appreciate the author put a lot of research into this novel, but how that research is ultimately presented is what makes a good book.