This is my second attempt this year at finding a fun, cool, witchy book with magic and animal familiars and spellbooks and potions and supernatural stuff and, most importantly, WITCHES.
And yeah, Ami McKay's The Witches of New York delivers all of those things... but it just wasn't very good at it.
Let me first say that the story here was pretty good. Adelaide and Eleanor are two witches living in New York at the end of the Gilded Age. They own a tea shop and do witchy stuff for the high society ladies of Manhattan. Long story short, Adelaide and Eleanor hire teenage Beatrice on as an assistant at their shop after she proves to have some pretty formidable witch powers. Not only are these ladies all fairly powerful witches, but they seem to be pretty influential in their community as far as being women who support the struggles of other women.
Some of the best stuff in this book is the work the witches do for their community. There isn't much of this honestly, but some of the best stuff in this book is when these witches help other women. I love the idea of badass woman-empowering witches who get what its like to be a woman at a time in history when being a woman kind of.... well, sucked balls.
Unfortunately and despite it being good, I struggled through the story here because the writing was so bad. You want a lot of atmospheric descriptions of the setting? Well, you aren't going to get it here. Atmosphere is so important to me when reading a witchy book and, sadly, The Witches of New York, as far as atmosphere was concerned, failed utterly.
This book is written almost exclusively as exposition. So, not only did it lack atmosphere, but this book has one of the most criminal cases of "telling" instead of "showing" I've ever read. While listening to the audiobook, I actively tried to find parts that weren't just straight exposition and it was a struggle. I kinda love purple prose and this book was too far on the other side of the spectrum for me to enjoy most of it.
But I did enjoy the characters. Before I move on with the rest of my issues with this book, I want to say that I liked Adelaide, Eleanor, and Beatrice. They each had their own personal issues which made them interesting. I wish more attention had been paid to their character development, but what we got was sufficient enough.
Now, back to the bad stuff.
This book is too long, too overwritten, and has too many characters. The hardcover edition of The Witches of New York clocks in at a pretty fat 528 pages. I listened to the audiobook, which was 14 and 1/2 hours long. I swear, a good 100 pages (at least!) could be clipped out of this book. There are these stupid, long quotes at the beginnings of each chapter that felt like a failed attempt to force more dignity and sophistication into the book. And we hear the thoughts and back story for far to many side characters that don't matter in the grand scheme of things. Like, clip that shit out and show us a good story instead of telling us a good story in a long, convoluted, frustrating, and somehow boring and dull way ffs!
I was also frustrated with the amount of sub plots in this book. I don't really want to get into them because I don't want to spoil anything, but just trust me on this. This book would have been way better if it had a narrower focus.
And the tone of this book is way off. The Witches of New York is very light and fluffy and cute and fun for the most part, but then there are these moments of crudeness that are like a slap to the face. Its not the crudeness itself that bothered me, but rather how out of place it felt. There is a lot of discussion about whores (and Adelaide is a former whore herself) that was interesting, but also wildly inappropriate compared to the rest of the book.
Also, Hoopla had this book listed as being a horror novel. I knew that wasn't true when I started reading the book, but now I see why they got it wrong. It's that weird, crude shit. I mean, there's a scene where we switch perspectives to a whore who wakes up sore and disoriented and remembers a time when she woke up sore with a man's "spunk" between her legs. And then she is brutally murdered and I'm like, tf is this????
Not only does this scene exemplify the crudeness in this book, but it also exemplifies my point about this book being too long and having too many characters. Why do we switch to this lady's perspective and get some back story only for her to be murdered? Its just not necessary.
Did I mention that this book turns into a murder mystery? Except they forgot the mystery. So while these witches are being cute and fun and witchy and falling in love and whatnot, there is someone murdering women around town. Because there is nothing subtle in this book, of course we switch perspectives to the murderer and know who he is right from the get go. And of course the murderer is this misguided priest character because this is a book about witches and we need to vilify the church.
And I, a staunch atheist, should be the last person defending the church, but it just rubbed me the wrong way. Again, the tone here with this church stuff is just... off. Making the church the villain in this book feels so uninspired.
The witches of New York would have been so much better if the murder stuff was removed from the book entirely and we just watched these witches come together to help each other and support other women in the community. That would have been unique. Instead, we get a stupid, evil preacher man, which I've seen a million times and is about as unoriginal as it gets.
So I originally rated this book a 2.75 out of 5 stars. Now that I've put my thoughts in this review, I'm dropping that to a 2.5 out of 5 stars. I didn't like most of this book and the problems overshadowed the good story and characters.
Try this book if you like: witches, lots of plot lines, strong female characters, and a touch of romance.