I don't normally write reviews here but I made a great one and it needed to be shared but it was too long for IG so here it goes:
My Tenacity vs. This Book: A Battle I Barely Won
I hated this book so much that I had to have full conversations with ChatGPT just to keep my sanity intact while reading it. And yet, despite every instinct telling me to run far, far away, I powered through. Why? Because the plot had potential, the premise was unique, Iraya was an absolute badass, and I wanted to see how it all played out. But that’s where my praise ends. By the end, I was left with one overwhelming thought: this book had the potential to be great and instead chose to be pretentious.
Let’s start with the writing—or, as I like to call it, the literary obstacle course. This book is the literary equivalent of a marathon through wet cement—needlessly verbose, frustratingly overwritten, and so convoluted that I could barely care about the 500 side characters (or their betrayals, which at some point just became white noise). Did the author have a word-a-day calendar that she was determined to use in full? I am all for broadening my vocabulary, but I shouldn’t need a dictionary while reading a fantasy novel that is supposed to immerse me in its world. Sentences stretched past 50 words, packed with unnecessary thesaurus plugs, and at one point, the word mellifluously was used to describe bells ringing in a market. Was the author trying to win a spelling bee? Because ‘mellifluously’ in a fantasy book? Really??
And that leads me to the worldbuilding—or lack thereof. The Jamaican-inspired setting? More like a handful of clichés and random slang words thrown in like seasoning on an underwhelming dish. We get moments of pickney and yeh mon, dropped into a sentence, but where is the cultural depth? Where is the immersive integration? The magic system had so much promise—metiers, ancestral magic, a matriarchal society—but instead of exploring these fascinating elements, we got convoluted prose that made it impossible to fully grasp what was happening. There were creatures and technology, but I couldn’t tell you what half of them were because the writing buried any chance at clarity.
Then we have the characters—so many, yet most felt distant, buried under layers of overwrought prose. Jazmyne, in particular, was the bane of my reading experience. Meanwhile, Iraya’s chapters at least had purpose—she made decisions, grew, and actually did things. Jazmyne, on the other hand, floundered through an exhausting side quest no one asked for, bogged down by endless subplots—advisors turning on her, family drama, a pirate race (??). It should have been compelling, but her constant indecision and self-doubt made it unbearable. Instead of a strong arc, we got noise. By the time she finally made a choice, I no longer cared. And the POV switching? With chapters so short I barely had time to settle in before being yanked to the next? Infuriating. Iraya, thankfully, was the book’s saving grace. She had agency, she was making moves, and her chapters carried the momentum that kept me going. But even she wasn’t safe from the book’s biggest issue: predictability. By the time her second-in-command betrayed her, I was numb to it—because of course she did. It wasn’t even an interesting betrayal; just another tired repeat of something we’d already seen. And the antagonist? Exactly who I suspected it was 300 pages ago.
Speaking of predictability, the plot could have been fantastic, but the execution was a mess. Betrayals happened left and right, but instead of shock, my reaction was usually, Wait… who is this again? Too many side characters, too many words, and too little impact. And don’t even get me started on the plot holes—because wow, were there some doozies. Case in point: Iraya literally jumps into the ocean to bargain with a monster, and in her next chapter, she wakes up days later on a ship, docked at her home island, with no memory of what happened. The book tries to pass this off as suspense, but when you never actually explain the missing time, it just feels lazy.
Now, let’s address the romance. The slow burn between Iraya and Kirdan? Amazing. The tension, the build-up—perfectly executed. And then, the moment they finally cross the line? A fade-to-black scene that immediately reduces them to constantly being all over each other, despite the literal war happening across three islands. I love romance in fantasy, but I need it to make sense. And when we get back to the mainland the writer starts alluding to a love triangle like really? UGGH just end already!
And finally, the ending. Surprisingly, it was good. So good, in fact, that I had to sit with it for a while and ask myself: Does this ending make up for everything else? The answer? No. I spent seven days slogging through overwritten, convoluted prose for an ending that, while satisfying, did not justify the suffering.
Final verdict? 2.25 stars. This is my lowest-rated book of 2025 so far, and if anything dethrones it, I will be shocked. If you enjoy literary obstacle courses, thesaurus abuse, and a book that takes a rich culture and reduces it to vernacular, then by all means, read this exponentially. As for me? I just want the past week of my life back.