The Hidden Chamber in the Great Sphinx by Linda A. Cadose

The Hidden Chamber in the Great Sphinx by Linda A. Cadose

From Goodreads:

American archeologist Dr. Cliff Post and his friend Egyptian archeologist Dr. Abdul imageSaad discover a hidden chamber in the right paw of the Great Sphinx. Inside they find an ancient supercomputer left there thousands of years ago by ancient aliens. A terrorist group seeks to obtain possession of this supercomputer. The Hidden Chamber in the Great Sphinx is the first in a series featuring the adventures of American archeologist, Dr. Cliff Post. Be sure to read the second in the series, The Underwater Pyramid in the Bermuda Triangle.

Rating: 2 out of 10

First Impressions: It looked like a mildly interesting book, and I like plots that draw from history. They usually make them more fun to read and more suspenseful.

Review: The Hidden Chamber in the Great Sphinx was not my favorite book. I was excited to read it because the author sent it to me, and because I thought that a new twist on old Egypt plot lines could be really cool. That wasn’t the case with Cadose’s newest novel about a discovery in the paw of the Great Sphinx.

It features Dr. Cliff Post, who is an all-around unrealistic (and incredibly boring) depiction of a thirty-something American male. He gets a call from his “old friend” Abdul Saad who made the discovery and wanted his help.

Let me start with the character of Cliff. I mean, this guy couldn’t be more off point if you tried. Every time he speaks to Abdul, he starts his conversation with “old friend”. Like, “Hello, old friend” “How are you, old friend” “You look well, old friend”. I read that phrase so many times, I want to die. No thirty year old American guy goes around saying “old friend” every third sentence. That was just one aspect that made him unbelievable. Add a few other odd phrases, weird quirks, and general what-did-he-just-dos and you have a semi-believable 60 year-old British man from the turn of the century. Just not real.

The other part of the book that really bothered me was the poor shape it was in. I appreciate receiving ARCs like you wouldn’t believe (as all reviewers do), but this copy seemed like a rough first draft. Just little things like typos and repetitiveness and passive voice that were happening all over the place. I think that great books are books that show, but don’t tell. You don’t need to spell it out for a reader. A LOT of this book was spelling stuff like that out. I mean, you have to give the reader some credit. They know that a character is annoyed if another character snubbed him, you don’t have to tell us that.

Lastly, the plot. It had so much potential, but it sort of fell flat. They find 13 crystal skulls in the chamber, which sounds a bit like the plot of an exceedingly bad Indiana Jones movie. I know crystal skulls are actual artifacts, but come on. There’s a movie. And then there’s all this trickery and kidnapping, which was the highlight of the book, very exciting and well-written, that kind of makes up for it. There needed to be something else, though. It was a pretty short book (103 pages) and throwing in some kind of romantic suspense or a near death experience or basically anything else would have given it some much needed dimension.

In the end, I’m glad I read it and I will always appreciate and read ARCs that authors and publishers send me, it’s the best thing that can happen for book reviewers. Would I recommend this book? Probably not, unless you really like Egyptian suspense novels. I hope she develops it more, because I really do think it has potential.

Have you read it? Let me know what think!

Scary Statistics

Today, Epic Reads posted this image on Facebook:

Source: Epic Reads

Source: Epic Reads

I was kind of blown away. Can you believe that so few people don’t read when they don’t have to? I always looked forward to summer and other school breaks because that meant I had the freedom to read whatever I wanted. It’s never fun to be forced to read something, even if you like it. Maybe that’s why people don’t read once they leave school. Being told what to read has ruined reading for them, or maybe they prefer, like, going out and doing things (idk, some people are weird like that).

I do like the idea that I could be an expert just by reading, though I’d probably end up being an expert on rainbow fish or something extremely unimportant.

Thought you’d like this little snippet! There’s a review coming your way. May be a while, as the book and I aren’t getting along very well (it is not good thus far).

Stay fly yo

 

A Third Decade

Yesterday marked the beginning of my 21st year. It came and went swiftly and without pomp, and I can’t help but think that I really am growing up.

When you’re little, birthdays (and other gift-getting days, let’s be honest) are occasions you dream about, count down to and obsess over. You can’t sleep the night before and you wake up at 6 am the next morning. They are the end all and be all.

And then one year, that all stops.

Tuesday night I fell asleep at 11:30 pm and slept in the next day. I didn’t have any butterflies of excitement or feel the need to, like, jump out of bed and do a little dance (though I don’t think I’ve ever had that urge). I wanted to go out to breakfast and spend the day with my family, which I did. It was simple and not totally exciting, but it was what I wanted. That part of me which is wholly self-absorbed was screaming to be doted on and praised, but that’s obnoxious and I don’t want to be that kind of person, so I took a more relaxed route and spent the day with people who actually cared that it was my birthday.

I don’t know much about growing up or being an “adult”, but I like to think that one day I will. And I think that part of getting older means being happy with everyday celebrations. Or finding the unique joy that hides behind an ordinary occasion. Being content with the little things.

I had an excellent birthday, which my family made much more than an “ordinary occasion”, but the whole turning 20 thing got me thinking. I’m not a teenager anymore, so what does that mean for me? The basic idea is that growing up is a part of life that kind of sucks, if you let it. But it doesn’t have to.

On my first day of high school, my mom said that the next four years would be my most memorable. Then, on my first day of college, she said I was about to start the best four years of my life. When I turned 20, she said that your twenties are the years when “it” all happens.

Well, high school was alright and so far college has been cool, too. Especially this past year, which has easily been my best. 5 months abroad, 9 countries under my belt, 900 some followers on my blog, and a stack of ARCs in my bedroom that need to be reviewed. These are things I never thought would happen.

But I have to believe that it just gets better. And I do think that my twenties will be my golden age. Keep me in your back pocket. I have some big plans.