Review courtesy of Dark Faerie Tales
Quick & Dirty: Beka is having some doubts about her future as a Baba Yaga, but she now has her first solo job and has to put those doubts aside in this much improved follow up to the first book in the Baba Yaga series.
Opening Sentence: Marcus Dermott watched the sunrise from the windswept deck of his father’s fishing boat and wondered if the sea had changed, or if it was him.
The Review:
Beka is one of three Baba Yagas in America. She’s relatively new to the job, not even thirty yet, and she feels every bit as green as her age would suggest. Her mentor Baba Yaga always made her feel as if she would never be good enough, and now she doubts her ability to do the job. At the height of her insecurities, she receives her first solo job: figuring out what is making the merpeople and selkies sick. The job comes with a strict timeline, and Beka feels the pressure mounting every day. Working on this job puts her in daily contact with Marcus, a grumpy human she can’t stop thinking about. But a relationship with a human could never work out, could it? Will Beka discover the answer to that question as well as the solution to the merpeople’s problem, or will she decide to give up being a Baba Yaga and become fully human again?
I was a little hesitant starting this one because my feelings towards the first book were mixed. While I still had issues with this installment, it was definitely an improvement over the first. I found myself greatly enjoying the plot, and the interactions between Marcus and Beka were wonderful. They certainly had chemistry, and I was on the edge of my seat waiting for them to get together.
I had a much easier time connecting to Beka than I did the heroine in the first book. She felt very real, albeit a tad naive for my tastes. That’s actually my biggest (and pretty much only) complaint about the book. We find out early on who’s behind the merpeople’s illness, and all the reader can do is watch as Beka forms a friendship with the guy with no clue as to what’s going on. Maybe it’s because so many of their scenes are from his point of view, but it just seems so obvious that he’s up to something,and it gets frustrating that that part of his personality sails right over Beka’s head until the last minute.
Despite my frustration with Beka’s naivete, I greatly enjoyed this book. It was fast paced, and I found time just speeding by as I read. It left me with high hopes for book three, which I plan on reading when I get the chance. I would say if readers felt that the first book had any promise whatsoever, they should definitely give this one a shot, as I felt it was a great improvement.
Notable Scene:
Through the gaps between the ropes, she could see the Merbaby clearly, swimming in desperate circles round and round the ever-shrinking space.
His tiny pale green face was splotched with crying, although any sound he made was lost in the metallic grinding of the winch as it pulled the purse seine in tighter and tighter. As he spotted her, he shot over to her side of the net, making soft eeping noises like a distressed dolphin.
Beka swam up to the choppy surface to gulp another breath, then down again; the trip was noticeably shorter on the way back, and she knew she was running out of time. It was tempting to use magic to blast through the net, but she was afraid that she might accidentally hurt the child, and magic often didn’t work well underwater, so in the end, she simply pulled out her knife and sawed away frantically at the tough fibers.
Twice more she had to dart above to take a breath, but after the last time, her efforts paid off; she had cut a ragged hole not much more than two feet long, but large enough for the small Merbaby to exit. The fish within were already bolting toward freedom, brushing her with their tickling fins as they flashed past.
She gestured for the Merbaby to come closer, only to realize that while she had been fighting with the robustly woven strands, the child’s tail had become entangled in a section of net, and he was trapped, unable to get loose from the seine’s unrelenting grasp.
Cursing soundlessly, Beka raced to get one more deep lungful of air, then threw herself toward the hole and eeled her way through the impossibly small opening. Frantically, she fought the sinuously twining ropes until the little one was free and she could shove him through the other side. Only to find herself trapped in the quickly contracting net and rapidly running out of time and oxygen.
FTC Advisory: Penguin/Berkley provided me with a copy of Wickedly Wonderful. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.