Not Just Another Brick In The Wall
It's amusing and slightly ironic, when I discovered this novel I was listening to Pink Floyd on Pandora Radio hence the title of this review. I very rarely write reviews, in fact I could probably count on my fingers the number of reviews for novels I've ever written but this novel was just too good to not write one. I almost never read Superhero themed novels for the simple fact that there is either too much of the authors own self indulgence, plot-holes galore or the the characters are simply not engaging enough to empathize with. After reading twenty-eight chapters in a little under seven hours I can safely say that this story has none of those problems. The author, in my own personal opinion, is close to being a Master Wordsmith. Digira has woven a beautifully intriguing and captivating masterpiece of storytelling for his audience. One might be compelled to think that I exaggerate my compliments in regards to this novel but it is rare for me to be as engaged in reading as I was considering this novels overall theme. Usually, I am not a fan of first person narratives especially in an almost journal like form but you pulled this off beautifully, Digira so I am suitably impressed, five stars for you, my friend, I noticed only a few spelling and grammar errors but nobody is perfect and even the likes of Stephen King have made spelling errors so again, five stars. Overall, I think this novel seeks to show that we are all not so different from each other as we'd like to think, that we are all just slightly more evolved creatures still at the mercy of our instincts and the chemicals flowing in our brains. That's my take anyways. Gigira, I hope you carry on with your storytelling as I've quite enjoyed reading your novel and I see tons of potential in it. I would not be surprised if one day I have to actually buy your books at Barns & Noble or on Kindle. I think I will end this review with some truly befitting lyrics from another great song by Pink Floyd
Read the story now
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon