Now, I’m not the type of person to read books that I know I’ll dislike – frankly, though reading for yuks may be entertainment for some, I don’t have a lot of time to waste (but I will watch a million episodes of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 for yuks – go figure). I’m also always writing at any given time, and I don’t want my prose and choices influenced by shoddy material.
So, when I pick books, I pick books I think I will enjoy. I ignore the hype (one reason why I’m scared to read Angelfall) and just plunge in, hoping for the best.
The Girl in the Steel Corset was a book I knew nothing about but I found at the library and thought, hey let’s try it. It would be my first venture into steampunk too and the blub on the inside jacket sounded interesting enough.
In theory, the book is functional. The quality is not shoddy. Everything the blurb promised was more or less represented the book. The writing is good – I mean, acceptable. Nothing wooed me but the actual construction of it was inoffensive. Cross is a good writer and I wouldn't mind reading something else of hers. It just took FOR DAMN EVER to get to the bloody point. I have never in my life taken so long to read something, and I have never been so uninterested in the characters.
Now, halfway through my struggles I decided to snap up the novella, The Strange Case of Finley Jane, hoping it would make me more eager to continue reading the Steel Corset. It did, too! I liked the short, saucy novella and had a much better appreciation of Finley. But as I got back into the novel, my desire stagnated. Why the hell is this book so damn long? Why does it lack the charm of the shorter story?
Length is totally subjective, I know this. I’ve read my fair share of epic books that I read in a hurry because I cared about the characters, and the writing still had enough zip and pacing to bring me along.
The Girl in the Steel Corset lacks all of those things. I didn’t care about any of the characters (except for Jack Dandy and he was entirely underused), there were WAY too many descriptions of “flakey croissants that melted on her tongue” and “red, ripe strawberries” and ONE MILLION VATS OF COFFEE, DESCRIBED IN EVERY DETAIL. There were also a lot of descriptions of clothes, which I can appreciate the first time. But is it worth mentioning more or less the same outfit over and over and over again?
I swear I read, “Finley slipped on striped stockings, attached them to her red garter belt, put on her heeled, buckled boots, a short skirt and a corset over her blouse” at least a dozen times. And to that matter, if THAT is what “normal” folk wear everyday, WHAT THE HELL DO THE PROSTITUTES WEAR??!
So, having to muddle through this description, you think the book would take an exciting turn eventually. Uh, no. I think halfway through the book the antagonist is introduced. And a protagonist mentioned on the jacket blurb (I’m sorry, but I thought the cowboy would be in the whole book). And now you have more characters and a tiny bit of a plot going on, but you’re just so angry that you’re wasting your time, reading about people you don’t care about.
And the last thread of respect I had for aggro Finley was when ripped away when she gets beat up – on purpose – by one of the main characters, Sam – and her “love interest”, the boring Griffin, only seems mildly concerned. And when she fights back and nearly kills Sam, she’s suddenly all “Oh I feel so bad. Oh my Grifffin will never forgive me.” Shut the fuck up, girl. I wish she had killed Sam, his character is supposed to be tortured and misunderstood (I’m assuming that’s what Cross was going for) but I find him overly emo and intolerable and I keep picturing a giant, hulk-sized Prince Harry with a scowly face. Sure, he attempts to become likeable at the end, but too little, too late.
Anyway, this review is way more scathing than I thought it would be. I know lots of people love this book, but if I can’t connect to any of the characters, if I can’t feel an ounce of love or passion in a story, and feel like the whole novel is overrun by trends and gimmicky genre pieces, then I just…NO.
I give this book 2.5 stars. Unless the sequel - The Girl in the Clockwork Collar - starts getting rave (and I mean RAVE) reviews, I highly doubt I’ll be reading it, even if I do get that copy from the library. If getting through this book was such a chore, I don’t see how the next one would be any different. It would just be the same characters in a different setting and zzzzzzzzzzzz.
It’s not a bad or terrible book by any means and I mean no offense to Cross or to her fans or to the people who like it because, HEY, reviews are subjective. It just, quite obviously, did not work for me.