I have one of those kinds of books on my Kindle right now. It's a book whose premise sounded great. The cover was beautiful! I was in love with the whole idea of this book. The first chapter was really well done. After that it was all downhill.
It's told from four points of view. Not a terrible thing. I mean, George R.R. Martin is up to what? Thirty-seven POV characters now? It's just that these characters, while there's interesting stuff going on, have the terrible habit of doing a LOT of reflecting on their individual pasts. There's bits and pieces of mystery being doled out like M&M's to a potty training toddler. So, in each chapter you get 50 pages of memories and one tiny morsel of "here's a clue."
I am 45% through this thing and it feels like it will never end. I've also gotten like 2 clues about the mystery and the characters are just starting to meet each other. Waht's worse? I can't even seem to make myself care about the characters. If I cared I could probably force myself to wade through the prose just to find out what will happen. But I feel like I could get to the end of the book only to find that everyone dies and I would be like, "oh, well."
It's a published book. It was printed and everything and apparently there's a payoff at the end. At least that's what the reviewers on Goodreads tell me. Onward.