➸ 1/5 stars.
there should be a law against books with pretty titles and beautiful covers being this bad. like actual legislation.
I’m so irritated I might as well just fling all of my frustration into this review and hope it helps me process the fact that I gave hours of my life to this… whatever this was.
I requested this book entirely because of the cover and title. I didn’t even skim the synopsis. I saw that moody, ethereal artwork and the haunting title and thought, oh, this is for me. i got approved, downloaded it, and went in totally blind, right before diving in, I peeked at some early reviews and they were all glowing. people were calling it gothic. and if you know me little? tell me something is gothic and i will eat it whole without asking what’s in it. and then I heard it was sapphic. BITCH sapphic and gothic? I was practically vibrating!! I thought I’d found my next obsession.
you ever hate a book so thoroughly that your brain just erases it as soon as you finish? like a survival mechanism? that’s what happened here. my head blacked out in protest. I genuinely can’t remember full stretches of this book, not because I wasn’t paying attention, but because there was absolutely nothing to hold onto this was so fucking empty!
the premise sounds like something I would love:
eighteen year old Lacrimosa “Lark” Arriscane returns home after a violent scandal, only to find her family teetering on the edge of ruin. desperate to save them, she binds herself in a marriage contract to a chthonic god named therion. but the ritual goes wrong, she starts to fade from the mortal realm, and she turns to the mysterious siblings camille and alastair felimath for help. cue: hedonistic folklore, dangerous rituals, and a doomed romance. oh, and something darker lurking beneath it all. sounds rich, right? dark, seductive, high
stakes. but nothing worked for me.
when you promise me gothic, I expect atmospheric. moody language that drips with rot and beauty. but this writing was paper dry. bleak, flat, nothing rooted me in the story. I wasn’t pulled in I technically read the whole thing in one sitting, and not because i was consumed 🤣
for the first half the book was spinning in circles, stuck in some kind of vague, melancholic purgatory. then suddenly, in the last third, it dumped plot all over the place like it had just remembered it was supposed to have a storyline. I love character driven books. so it’s not like I need nonstop action. but this book didn’t give me anything. just confusion until it tried to cram plot into the last 30%.
۫ ➷ lark: i have never felt less interested in a protagonist. she didn’t feel like a person so much as a vessel for vibes. she falls in love (or maybe just delusion?) instantly with everyone who glances in her direction. Camille, Alastair, Therion, even some random girl at her college named Damson. and not just flirtation. full on yearning, kisses, aching looks, you name it. and I love polyamory when it’s done with care but here It just felt like a tangle of nothing. what did she want? who did she love? who were we supposed to root for? were we supposed to root for anyone? and the fact that Camille and Alastair were siblings made it all worst… like how are you in love with siblings?? is this credence?? 😭
by the end, I didn’t even care. I was just mad. mad that something so visually beautiful. this cover! this title! contained such a shapeless, forgettable mess inside. i wish I could un-read it. I wish I could go back to the moment I saw the cover and just kept scrolling.
***ARC provided by the publisher Macmillan Children's Publishing and an ALC by Spotify Audiobooks.***