ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ✦ . ⁺ . 1.8 - 2.0 ☆ . ⁺ . ✦
ㅤ ㅤ ˋ°•*⁀➷ㅤmight contain spoilers ❗
ㅤ You know that rare, euphoric feeling when the first book in a series completely blindsides you with its brilliance, and then you dive into the sequel convinced everything will escalate in the best possible way, and the stakes rise, the characters deepen, and you are devouring pages at an almost embarrassing speed? Yes. This book did absolutely none of that and Belladonna should have been a standalone. I would have been perfectly content preserving it in my memory as a singular, satisfying experience. Instead, this sequel managed to drain me to the point I started hating this book.
ㅤ The generous two stars? Awarded exclusively for Foxglove Manor (because I would give ANYTHING to live in such a house) and for the approximately four genuinely excellent lines delivered by Death. Do not misunderstand me. He does speak more than four times. In fact, I believe he graces us with nearly ten whole lines across the majestic thirty pages he appears in....within a novel that exceeds four hundred pages.
ㅤ This will NOT be a complete review, but rather just a (possibly) small rant.
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“Too often the world did not consider women as people but as stepping stones for men. A woman was ostracized the moment she strayed from the prescribed path, left to fend for herself in a world with too few opportunities.”
ㅤ ˗ˏˋ★‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
honest thoughts
ㅤ ⋅ ☾ I genuinely feel as though this book failed at everything it attempted to accomplish. To be fair, I am still uncertain what, precisely, it was attempting, but whatever the objective was, the execution failed spectacularly. Four hundred pages of characters circling the same dumb assumption, one that is never properly clarified, and a central drama that could have been resolved instantly if men learned to take “no" for an answer.
ㅤ Perhaps my attention span quietly exited the room around the thirty percent mark. Or perhaps I truly did read an entire novel riddled with plot holes, abandoned threads, and characters I slowly stopped recognising—let alone liking. It should be illegal to make me question my own affection for characters I once adored. And yet, here we are.
ㅤ ⋅ ☾ Unlike the first book, I found myself entirely indifferent to the identity of the murderer. When the grand reveal finally arrived, I felt....well, nothing. No shock. No satisfaction. Just mild acknowledgement. Why? Because the narrative was far too consumed by the emotional turmoil of a man who may resemble Jacks aesthetically, but spiritually? Not even remotely close. (and I will not tolerate such slander toward my fictional husband)
ㅤ What amuses me most is how many readers seemed utterly enamoured with him, some even claiming he stole the spotlight from Death; and I was truly excited to meet this man because of such comments. Meanwhile, I ended up internally raging every time this man breathed. Just give me a break; I cared more about what Gundry had for lunch than this man's love life. I kept wondering if I had missed a crucial detail, some pivotal moment meant to make me swoon over Fate. Because instead of falling for him, I spent the entire book contemplating changing my phone number and relocating to another country; purely as a precaution in case any man ever decides to be this clingy and suffocating.
ㅤ The short version of all I raged about here? I hated Fate with a passion. He was suffocating, way too insistent, crowding and manipulating in the worst way possible. (and God knows I really like a good manipulative man...feels like a challenge...)
ㅤ ⋅ ☾ Why did they make my favourite ghost-seeing girl blush and giggle at a man she clearly hated? WHILE LITERALLY TELLING HIM SHE IS SUFFERING BECAUSE HE IS FORCING HER TO DO THINGS NONETHELESS 💀💀....everything happening between her and Fate made literally NO sense and was so chaotic and so contradictory time and time again. I am guessing the author was trying to build some of that "is it a love triangle? is it not?" tension, but all she managed to elicit was an unhealthy amount of eye rolls from me.
ㅤ ⋅ ☾ Blythe? Absolutely not. I had genuine war flashbacks to Donatella from Caraval, and we all know how deeply I was scarred by that experience (my hatred for her is no secret). The resemblance was uncanny. For me, Blythe felt like a carbon copy: childish, unnecessarily loud, acting first and thinking later, impulsive at the most inconvenient times, and simply overwhelming in every possible way. I am almost ashamed no i am absolutely not to admit that I preferred her when she was bedridden.
ㅤ It is honestly a miracle I did not DNF this. The only thing that kept me going was my attachment to Foxglove and my need for proper closure for Signa and Death. Beyond that, I found no genuine reason to enjoy this book.
ㅤ Was it truly worth compromising what could have been a strong sequel simply to SHOVE THESE UNBEARABLE CHARACTERS DOWN MY THROAT as an overextended prologue to their own novel?
ㅤ ⋅ ☾ I even managed to resent the ending—charming as it may have tried to be—because why are we still refusing to clarify questions that have remained unanswered since the first book? If the goal was to lure me into the next instalment in order to receive answers to my questions, I regret to inform you that the strategy has failed. I am perfectly capable of coexisting with unresolved mysteries.
ㅤ ˗ˏˋ★‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
should you read this?
ㅤ No.
ㅤ And I will also not be reading the next book. Maybe I will change my mind later if my curiosity gets the best of me; but most of the time my annoyance wins over any possible interest.
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ㅤ ᯓ ✿ pre-reading ⪼ ㅤ started ┆25-Feb-2025┆
ㅤ ㅤ ⤿ jumping right into this with no hesitation and with such a ravenous hunger for that D...eath.... Death as an entire character in this series, of course 🫠
this was such a bad and unhinged joke please don't cancel me