I wanted to love this book. A dark fantasy retelling of Snow White featuring a beautiful boy who falls in love with another boy? I was so there.
But the style didn't agree with me. The narrative made me feel faintly patronized: it insisted on explaining things I already understood. Omniscient narrative sometimes lends itself to this kind of heavy-handedness, but I've seen it done with humor, playfulness, and self-irony before, so I know that's possible.
Also, while I read books mainly for the story, I admire authors who can teach me something without me being aware of it. Here, though, I was always conscious of a Message. It literally informs the characters, the deconstructed fairytales, the dialogue, and the whole movement of the plot. I agree with this Message, but it's distracting to always have it in front of me.
I did like Alarick's episode in the cottage. It was very atmospheric, and I liked the imagery of those seven eerie place settings sitting on that sad little table. The visceral horror of the wooden man who imprisons and destroys what he desires was also something that I found effective.
And goodness, this is such a hard review to write! Honestly, I prefer to be bouncing around, letting the world know about characters I adored and relationships I swooned over. But the long and short of it is that I didn't enjoy myself as much as I would have liked. I'd wanted to love this book and I still do, but it just didn't click with me.
I still want to investigate Hayden Thorne's work, though, so I'll probably be looking at Renfred's Masquerade once I demolish this pile of books to be read...