Maybe it's me...,
This review is from: At Home with the Templetons: A Novel (Paperback)
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I wanted to like this book. It sounded right up my alley: a family moves into an inherited family mansion, dresses in period costumes, annoys yet intrigues the neighbors, with hints of sinister undertones and family secrets...I'm a big fan of the old "Dark Shadows" TV series and this book sounded like a modern-day version of a quirky family living in a mansion where there is far more than meets the eye. There were also hints of Anne Rice and even Jane Austen, so I was eager to read.
I confess, I just cannot finish the book. Other reviewers loved it, and maybe I just lack patience. But as a person who gets very caught up in the characters in books, nevertheless, by page 130 or so, I realized with disappointment that I did not care about a single one. I was not intrigued. I had no curiosity about what was going to happen next, when the hinted-at subplots would finally be revealed, or when Gracie, everyone's favorite character, would appear as wise and wonderful as everyone says she is. Continuing to read the book felt like a chore. Granted, I made it through only a quarter of the book, but I felt that reading 130 pages was at least giving the benefit of the doubt! The characters were so tautly written that I could hardly breathe, and were, I'm afraid, a bit stereotypical. The dialogue wasn't much above what we see on TV, with everyone pretty much responding as you expect, precisely true to character. 130 pages in, there had not been a single surprise. So, I gave up.
Maybe it's just me. I wanted to like it. Sorry.