Imagine this fictitious scenario: The author is a student in a college writing course and has been assigned to write a full length novel. He works at it, managing to keep it moderately coherent, editing and revising as he goes. Then one day the teacher announces that the project is due in 2 days. In a panic, the author thinks, "OMG! How did I misunderstand the deadline, I'll never finish in time." He stays awake for 48 straight hours, feverishly scribbling any illogical plot twists or bizarre dialogue that he can summon.
Yes, I'm being silly, but that's my take on how this book came to be such a mess. The first and second halves might have been written by two different people. I bought the book because it was set in Wilmington, where I have family ties, and for the first 100 pages or so, it seemed to be okay, perhaps a 5 out of 10 stars. Around the middle, it simply fell apart. The dialogue got worse and worse, and the plotting made no sense. Another reviewer noted the lovemaking scene where "they tasted each other nectars..." Yikes, talk about cringing at embarrassingly bad writing! The last 50 or so pages are exceptionally bad, when Benners tries to wrap everything up.
I left this book actually feeling bad about how an effort that began with moderate promise collapsed so completely.