05 September 2015

Nefertitis Heart (The Artifact Hunters Book 1) by A. W. Exley

Title: Nefertiti's Heart (The Artifact Hunters Book 1) 

Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/Nefertitis-Heart-Artifact-Hunters-Book-ebook/dp/B0139OZJYK/

Genre: Steampunk, Historical

I was so excited to start this book. As soon as I saw the title I thought, “That's it! At last!" Being crazy about Ancient Egypt and all kinds of mysteries, I’ve been dreaming of an Indiana Jones type of story for a very, very long time. An Egyptian artifact, Victorian setting, elements of steampunk! What could be better? I so wanted to read this I had to decline a few books from other authors, just so that I would have the time to start and finish Nefertiti’s Heart without a distraction.

Alas, by the end of Chapter Six I had to abandon this book. What started as a fun archeology story quickly turned into a hot-dangerous-alpha-male romance. It's chapter 4 and the heroine is invited to the house of a dangerous man, where for some reason she has to take a bath (oh dear). The moment the man described as ruthless stirred our heroine’s insides I knew this wasn’t my type of book. Why are the murderers so often glorified? I suppose later we might find out Nathaniel wasn’t that bad, but he himself admits to killing people. Killing people is not hot, even if those were bad people. It’s neither cool nor sexy. This is my opinion. Someone might think it’s just a book and be OK with it. I’m not one of them. That’s why I am giving this book 2 stars, which, according to Amazon, means that I don’t like it.

I will often finish a book I don’t like if the writing is good, but I didn’t find this book particularly well written. There were too many sentences following each other starting with “She”: she did, she saw, she went, she heard…

This wasn’t really steampunk, and the language was miles away from that of Victorian era. It killed the mood. I couldn’t feel myself in London during the 1800’s. I had to double check to be sure this was really set in the 1861.
Such a pity.

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