
Read January 2025
Meh
★ ★
I wanted to like it. (Interesting that we say that, right, as if are trying to convince ourselves and the dear reader that we gave a book a chance). It was the lovely cover, the promise of equally lovely language, and a new adult lead discovering her magic. I saved this for an airplane read, a time when I have less expectations and hope only for distraction, but the writing kept throwing me out of the story.
He smirked and shook his head. ‘No. We, Alice, are not wizards; we are a species.’
I mean, c’mon; what else am I supposed to do with that kind of writing? New writers tend to do two things that grate on my nerves. The first is that they seem to believe that every noun needs an adjective. The second is that they aren’t allowed to use conversational words:
Her thumb crunched the alarm button instead. Typically, given her day so far, the lift wailed like a banshee.
Just… why? Why not say ‘pushed?’ It’s like Dragon MadLibs all over again. And elevators wailing? I know the hold music is bad, but…
She smiled serenely, her gaze drifting from the cord to August’s face. He was puce.
One of the many people the author thanked for editing help really should have worked with her on her writing.
Yet, I persevered. After all, I was on a plane. Things got a little better when I realized I could hate read. I haven’t done that for a very long time, and sometimes there’s a perverse satisfaction in thoroughly deconstructing a book that isn’t working.
The lead was ridiculously young for a university graduate, incompetent and unable to manage basic skills. She’s working at her post graduation job as a researcher for a shoe company and as she is headed to her big presentation, she runs into a prophetic old woman. As another reviewer mentioned, this falls into the ‘clumsy-socially awkward-but-lovable’ trope. Not my cup of tea, but perhaps this will change as she comes into her power/destiny.
He paused, waiting for her to free the words straining at her lips.
Fly! Be free! Alas, the story worsened as the plot moved forward, contradicting itself and relying on ignorance to move the conflict forward. Though we are told the lead is a fantastic “researcher,” she is anything but someone who turns to gathering and sorting information in an effort to understand. She would make a decision that ‘something’ needed to be done based off her limited understanding and then operate as if she could bend the world into making that happen.
Alice slumped back against the headboard. ‘However … I’m going to track down [redacted]’s necromancer,’ she announced. ‘And then I’ll force him to do my bidding. That’s my plan.’
‘I’m not sure that’s a plan,’ said Jude. ‘That’s just an idea.’
She tipped her head back. ‘Damn, I’m bad at this.’
She would decide that she was going to go and embark on a rescue without trying to understand the first thing about where she was going, reconnaissance be damned. Really, anyone over fifteen should know that’s not how it works.
Why on earth hadn’t she considered the fact that the cages might be locked? That she couldn’t just waltz in and open them by hand?
Why not indeed?
Of course there is a hate-to-love interest, and of course, she spends much of the book misinterpreting him. It was just annoying, witnessing the lead character ricochet from frying pan to fire, all because she couldn’t ask a few questions.
I did appreciate the issue with the soul–I thought that was impressive and well imagined, and I think it largely got the gravitas it deserved. However, insight doesn’t stick for long. As a relentless Big Baddie chases dear Alice, we get a magical heritage reveal and surprise! It’s not who you thought it was based on the initial chapter. Yeah, I wasn’t really surprised either. But it screws up the communication (again!) and, well, ends the story. It’s pretty much one of those endings that you know means there’s a book two. I won’t be reading it, but good luck on you if you try.
‘I’ve had enough of this,’ she raged. ‘All of it. I’m going home to check on them.’ ‘That’s not a good idea,’ said Sasha. She was standing at the top of the stairs with a grim look on her face. ‘It could be dangerous if you travel in this state. You won’t be able to concentrate properly—’ ‘I don’t care,’ Alice shouted. ‘What choice do I have? What if they’re—What if those bastards have—’ She screwed her eyes shut. Now was not the time for hysterics. She needed to keep it together. ‘Close the door, Crowley,’ she rasped.
Well, I’m definitely going home.