Gah. Another bleh read for me.
I love fantasy. It’s forever my favourite genre. It’s just…a lot of the books I’ve been trying lately have been missing something integral.
This one, for instance…the plot and world itself was quite good. I was curious enough to keep turning the page, but I was far from absolutely inhaling the story.
The writing was a bit too simple for my taste. I have a voracious appetite for decadent writing, descriptions that wind around me and keep lit the flame that burns for story. I want to sink into written paintings, taste and feel and hear the world that turns within the pages. Unfortunately, it’s becoming more and more common for books to be written nakedly, with short sentences and quick, almost not there descriptions.
Dotted throughout this narrative are some lovely sentences, however. Stewart has a particular strength for unique metaphors. I enjoyed coming across them, as they are lightly buried in a book written with a simple tone.
But I’m also not enamoured of multiple POVs. And this book has many POVs, some in first person, some in third…and such consistent shifts in view took me right out of the story over and over again.
While I’m not entirely satisfied with this book (I know that quiet, unassuming writing is well loved, as it’s perfect for people who just want to be told a story without any sort of intricate embellishment…but I am not one of those people), the plot itself kept me invested.
But overall it felt a bit tossed together. We moved so quickly, and I didn’t really connect with any of the characters. I’m starting to think a lot of authors these days whip up their first drafts and hurry through their edits. Does no one give their work a chance to breathe, to marinate? Do they go through their manuscripts and breathe more life into the writing, or do they just nod and hand it over to their publishers, ready for the next project? Who knows.