Book Review: The Light That Gets Lost By Natasha Carthew


The Light That Gets Lost by Natasha Carthew

Published by Bloomsbury on November 5, 2015

Genres: Young Adult, Contemporary

Pages: 320 – hardcover

Format: hardcover

Source: Bloomsbury

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A small boy hiding in a cupboard witnesses something no child should ever see. He tries not to look but he still hears it. And when he comes out, there’s no mistaking. His mum and dad have been killed. And though he’s only small, he swears that he’ll get revenge one day.

Years later, Trey enters a strange camp that is meant to save troubled teenagers. It’s packed with crazies, god-botherers, devoted felons and broken kids. Trey’s been in and out of trouble ever since the day the bad thing happened, but he’s he not here for saving: this is where he’ll find the man who did it. Revenge and healing, salvation and hell are a boiling, dangerous mix, and Trey finds himself drawn to a girl, a dream and the offer of friendship in the dark.


DNF at 45%

I’m sorry. I just can’t. I tried so hard to like this book. There were so many positive reviews, the blurb & cover were attractive, and it generally looked like such an appealing book. I felt like I found my perfect read. However, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Most of the people said they flew through this book. I, however, felt like I was swimming through mud. This book ruined my reading pace by being so sluggish and slow. I’d keep checking how many pages were left every 20 minutes. And let me tell you, that definitely was no fun. What was even more baffling was the amount of 3-5 star reviews this book received. The praise was rolling in like waves in a thunderstorm and I have no idea why.

First of all, the writing style of this book is either going to make it or break it for you. I consider myself part of the latter group. I was so put off by the writing style; it was just too disconcerting. Were the run-on sentences supposed to be lyrical? Poetic? Frankly, I’d rather read my English textbook. This book is inundated with overtly descriptive paragraphs that’ll bore you to death, and (see above) nonsensical run-on sentences that are more confusing than informative. I’ll admit though, sometimes these sentences take a turn into the ‘beautiful and lyrical’ territory, but more often than not, that isn’t the case. They just left me scratching my head in puzzlement. Here’s an example from the prologue:

“Mum was flat out on the floor. She’d spilt something and was caught in a half-thought going under the bed […] the sticky was growing and it branched out like creeping fingers under the rug and the boy shouted for her but it was too late, the bed had her.”

It was supposed to resemble some kind of poetic imagery, but all it did was make me think “What the hell did I just read?”

Also, I’m not sure if this was because of the writing style or something else, but I felt absolutely nothing for the characters. I kept waiting for something to happen but… Nope, nothing. Nada, zero, zilch. I never connected with any of the characters and I just felt like I was watching them from afar. I thought that they’d maybe gain more depth as the book progresses, but unfortunately that didn’t happen. The main character made me uncomfortable. He was weird. Not quirky. Just plain old weird – synonymous to creepy. There was nothing that made me relate to any of the characters or even like them; they really grated on my nerves.

Maybe I could’ve forgiven the above points if the book even had a purpose or anything remotely resembling a plot, but that aspect also disappointed. This is the kind of book that’d have you thinking Oh maybe it’ll get better in a few pages. And Maybe the next chapter? And Something’s going to happen now, I feel it. But you’re already at the end and you feel nothing. For all you know, you could’ve just read through a bibliography without knowing the difference.

One of the things that my English teacher continuously emphasized was that a plot always had to have rising action that led to a climax and, in turn, a resolution. That wasn’t present in this book. When we discover who killed the MC’s parents, I was just like “You don’t say?!” There was no buildup and it was so clearly obvious from the start that I wasn’t sure if he was being seriously surprised or not. It was so boring and nothing like what the blurb promised. Where was the revenge-quest? All we got was some type of “Lord of the Flies” fanfiction.

Another thing that bothered me was the world-building & setting. We have a group of teenagers in a remote camp somewhere in England. They have no outside contact. However, there are hints about the outside. I think it was some kind of dystopian society or weird future in which the army has control of everything. To be honest, this information didn’t really play an essential role in the plot. Furthermore, it was riddled with more holes than a rotting piece of wood. Maybe it was part of the ‘charm’ of this whole book, but the fact that we know practically nothing about the world was just irritating and leaves the reader feeling very displaced.

Overall, I think this book was a very confusing jumble of inarticulate writing, one-dimensional characters, and hole-riddled plot with no sense of purpose or direction. Some people may think that it’s a masterpiece of lyrical writing and perfect plot, but I’d be inclined to disagree. Unfortunately, this just isn’t for me.

Thank you to the publisher, Bloomsbury, for providing me with a review copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Rating: 1 fish

1 fish


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