A Ship of Bones and Teeth by Karina Halle
3.5 rounded up to 4 ⭐⭐⭐⭐
“Won’t you take me to Zesty Town?”
At the beginning of this year, I made a solemn promise to myself that I would read one romance novel. I figure I can’t knock a genre until I give it a try. Here are my findings:
Through the glass doors, I arrived at the new restaurant in town, Zingy’s. After a quick once-over of the menu, I had made my decision and awaited the waitress to take my order.
“Carne asada y mas,” I proclaimed.
“Would you like hot sauce with that?” the waitress asked.
“I would love some,” I replied. “How hot is the green sauce?” I asked.
“Not too spicy, just a little heat,” she answered.
“Ok, give me that one then, please,” I said.
Orb, where are you going with this review? Well, dear reader, I will tell you that the green sauce was flaming hot. Off-the-charts smoldering, somebody-snuck-something-in-it type hot. Surely I was being punked. In comparison, Karina Halle’s A Ship of Bones and Teeth had similar effects on my reading palate. I thought at one moment I saw steam rising from the pages of the book. As I chewed on ice cubes to cool myself off, I tried to dissect the book in the fairest way possible.
First off, I enjoyed the The Little Mermaid meets Pirates of the Caribbean theme throughout. Swashbuckling blood guzzlers and a siren, not to be misconstrued as fish people, were a flavor I didn’t know I needed in my life. A sea witch grants a young siren her wish to become human-like so she can enjoy romance with Prince Aerik, a guy she fancies. Unbeknownst to young Maren, the prince of her dreams ends up being not too savory, to put it mildly. Their ship gets attacked by Ramsay “Bones” Battista and the infamous Brethren. Ramsay decides to take Maren and her husband as ransom. Let it be known that I enjoyed Maren’s character, and Ramsay, while rough around the edges, proved to be a swell guy as well.
The way the story unfolded kept my interest. My mind wasn’t blown, but I was speeding through this novel as if a mysterious magic hit my sails just right. The interpersonal relationships between the various members of the pirate crew were fascinating. They were family, and the role they played had me questioning what was morally right and whether I was excusing this hooligan behavior just because I had a propensity to like them.
Then it happened. That moment when I felt as if I had overstepped my boundaries. I felt as if Ramsay had me walk an imaginary plank, and I slowly descended into a whirlpool of carnal knowledge. So much sex. It was in a room, at the bottom of the ocean, on an island, tied up, tied down, pummeling my mind. Please, don’t get me started on Ramsay and his cheesy pillow talk either. However, I admit to chuckling a couple of times.
So coming from a background of never having ventured into this sex-charged stratosphere, dare I say the “relations” took away from the story immersion. Then again, I wonder if this wasn’t my fault for not knowing what I was getting myself into. Upon reflection, I was entertained. That is all I can ask for. I may need to learn to walk before I run when it comes to the romance genre. Shocking? Most certainly. Fun? Yes, most definitely. Next time, I may skip the hot sauce, though.
Many thanks to Metal Blonde Books for the ARC through NetGalley in exchange for my honest review.