Those who have already read my blog entry about Penny Vincenzi’s OLD SINS will know that I tend to stray away from hefty novels. Not because they aren’t my cup of tea, but life is too short to invest my heart and soul into long-winded works. Well, that’s what I thought for the longest time until I got a hold of OLD SINS. Anyway, to make a long story short, let’s just say that I still feel the same way but not as much, which is the reason for this new entry. I finally managed to read Shirley Conran’s SAVAGES in its entirety. Yes, again, like many others before it, I tossed up the book twice before finally sticking with it. At 691 pages (the International mass market paperback edition) you can imagine the degree of devotion I needed to keep with the flow. But I did persevere and I’m proud to say that it is one heck of a read.
What’s also great about SAVAGES is the way the author shies away from the stereotypical route, choosing a more creative one that packs more punch. I was expecting (and dreading) these survivalists to be caught in a big tribal scene since they are stuck in a jungle, but Conran envisions it quite differently. For when it does seem to go there these ladies are already far and away, trying their best to get rescued from the right people. Because the bad guys are not necessarily the ones with painted faces. Let’s just leave it at that.