Well damn, I can't recall the last time I felt so betrayed by a book. I mean, if you are selling something as "a fierce joy of a cozy fantasy novel with a soul-restoring queer romance at its heart", then why must it take almost 75% of the novel to deliver even slightly on that promise?
The reason I picked up The Phoenix Keeper is because I desperately wanted a cozy comfort read with some silly good queer romcom vibes and lots of fun magical creature lore. And credit where credit is due, the setting of the magical zoo filled with all kinds of wonderful mythological creatures was just as fun as I was hoping it would be, but that is just about where the positives of this book end for me.
Personally, I just did not enjoy Aila as a MC, not because she is a bit of an anxious, socially awkward, bisexual disaster who prefers to spend time with animals over people (honestly, can relate), but because she was so incredibly immature, hypocritical and judgmental towards both herself and others. I get it, she is an introvert, she is a bit neuro-spicy, but that does not excuse such egotistical and outright mean behaviour. Not once did I feel sorry for her or care about her problems and/or dreams, and I think she absolutely did not deserve such an incredibly patient and supportive best friend like Tanya (the true MVP of this book).
But the thing that maybe pissed me off most about this book is the fact that it promises to be a queer romance, only to then spend more than two thirds of the story on a doomed romance with a walking red flag of a cis-het white guy. WHY?! I even went back to Goodreads to check if I had gaslighted myself into thinking this was a queer romance, but nope, we just had to wait 75% of the book for the petty high school grudge (completely based on miscommunication) between Aila and her rival Luciana to resolve with one simple conversation, and then we get all the happy, giddy, swoony 'head over heels in love' vibes... yeah, I think the fuck not.
Why did I keep reading if I had all these issues, you ask? For one, because the writing itself made it very easy and comfortable to breeze through the story, but mostly because I just could not believe that this book was so far from what it was promised to be, and I had a morbid curiosity to find out if it would redeem itself. And although the last 25% were admittedly the strongest part of the novel (extremely predictable 'mystery' twists notwithstanding), it never managed to fully win me over.
Maybe I have more problems with the way this book is marketed rather than the book itself, but in any case, I did not have a great time, so here we are. To me, The Phoenix Keeper was just entirely too long, incredibly frustrating and unforgivably unromantic, and I would only recommend it if you are extremely interested in a story with great representation of animal conservation/welfare set in a cool magical zoo.