Today we see that if the little details don’t agree, readers will be distracted from the bigger ones.
What I gleaned about the story: Eris is a nerd girl, but a boy visiting the dorms has just seen her in nothing but a towel. Then some weirdo yanks her into the shrubbery.
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Analysis: About the fifth sentence of the book is: Folding her speaking notes closed, Eris took a deep, calming breath and stared out at her fellow high school classmates. This tripped my radar, but at first I couldn’t figure out why. It feels wrong. Then I realized that it’s redundant. The component “mates” in the word “classmates” is synonymous with the word “fellows,” which has already been given in the sentence. “Fellow students” would have been fine, but “fellow classmates” rattles in my ear. And since I had to stop to investigate the problem, it draws a flag.
Analysis: We are told that the class is almost over, since the students were nervous that the teacher might try to squeeze one more presentation in before the bell. Then a few paragraphs down, we are told that it is 9:00 am. This immediately tripped alarms for me, because in every neck of the woods I’ve lived in, high school begins at 9. This school may of course be an exception to that, but since I’m given no reason in the text to believe there’s anything unusual about this school, it felt like a miscue.
Analysis: Our POV character, Eris, is peering into the bushes because she’s just seen a flash of movement. Then we get: Suddenly, a large, blue, scaly, clawed hand darted out from among the trees and closed around her wrist. The hand gave a single tug and, before she could even open her mouth to scream, she was yanked backward into the pines.
Forgetting about the adjectival gang-bang at the beginning, I have a problem with her being pulled backward into the pines. She was staring straight at them when the hand came out and grabbed her. How does she end up going in backward? I suppose she might have been spun by the pull, but we were told no such thing, so it just conflicts with my understanding of the scene in front of me.
Where I went to, high school started at 7:45, so it could be a regional thing.
Yes, I am learning from other readers that high school has quite varied start times around the world.
Nine!? Boy, I wish I’d went to your high school. Mine started at seven in the morning… I had to wake up at five to get there on time.