

it’s extremely rare that I finish a book I dislike but Phillip Reeves provided the displeasure of writing a book that, beyond disliking, I fucking hate. The Mortal Engines is a convoluted, confused novel about a sad nobody, a sad nobody, and a happy nobody, and the most that any of them ACTUALLY contribute to the world around them is, as far as I can tell from what words I read on the page, distracting the antagonists for long enough that the antagonists just MAKE ONE MISTAKE and blow themselves up in the process. An earthquake, a loud bang, or a sudden sneeze would have had the same impact on the world.
While these bumbling morons may have had little impact on the story, perhaps they had some sort of interesting story? A life well or poorly lived, was not what this write had in mind for our characters. They seem to float from one location to the next without care, without interesting character development, without insight to the world around them.
To be frank, I saw the movie adaptation and thought I could go to the book for a better experience. Unfortunately, little did I know that the shit movie was in fact the better option of the two!
The best that can be said about this book is that it was published.
it’s extremely rare that I finish a book I dislike but Phillip Reeves provided the displeasure of writing a book that, beyond disliking, I fucking hate. The Mortal Engines is a convoluted, confused novel about a sad nobody, a sad nobody, and a happy nobody, and the most that any of them ACTUALLY contribute to the world around them is, as far as I can tell from what words I read on the page, distracting the antagonists for long enough that the antagonists just MAKE ONE MISTAKE and blow themselves up in the process. An earthquake, a loud bang, or a sudden sneeze would have had the same impact on the world.
While these bumbling morons may have had little impact on the story, perhaps they had some sort of interesting story? A life well or poorly lived, was not what this write had in mind for our characters. They seem to float from one location to the next without care, without interesting character development, without insight to the world around them.
To be frank, I saw the movie adaptation and thought I could go to the book for a better experience. Unfortunately, little did I know that the shit movie was in fact the better option of the two!
The best that can be said about this book is that it was published.

it’s extremely rare that I finish a book I dislike but Phillip Reeves provided the displeasure of writing a book that, beyond disliking, I fucking hate. The Mortal Engines is a convoluted, confused novel about a sad nobody, a sad nobody, and a happy nobody, and the most that any of them ACTUALLY contribute to the world around them is, as far as I can tell from what words I read on the page, distracting the antagonists for long enough that the antagonists just MAKE ONE MISTAKE and blow themselves up in the process. An earthquake, a loud bang, or a sudden sneeze would have had the same impact on the world.
While these bumbling morons may have had little impact on the story, perhaps they had some sort of interesting story? A life well or poorly lived, was not what this write had in mind for our characters. They seem to float from one location to the next without care, without interesting character development, without insight to the world around them.
To be frank, I saw the movie adaptation and thought I could go to the book for a better experience. Unfortunately, little did I know that the shit movie was in fact the better option of the two!
The best that can be said about this book is that it was published.
it’s extremely rare that I finish a book I dislike but Phillip Reeves provided the displeasure of writing a book that, beyond disliking, I fucking hate. The Mortal Engines is a convoluted, confused novel about a sad nobody, a sad nobody, and a happy nobody, and the most that any of them ACTUALLY contribute to the world around them is, as far as I can tell from what words I read on the page, distracting the antagonists for long enough that the antagonists just MAKE ONE MISTAKE and blow themselves up in the process. An earthquake, a loud bang, or a sudden sneeze would have had the same impact on the world.
While these bumbling morons may have had little impact on the story, perhaps they had some sort of interesting story? A life well or poorly lived, was not what this write had in mind for our characters. They seem to float from one location to the next without care, without interesting character development, without insight to the world around them.
To be frank, I saw the movie adaptation and thought I could go to the book for a better experience. Unfortunately, little did I know that the shit movie was in fact the better option of the two!
The best that can be said about this book is that it was published.