You know that feeling you get when a book attempts to convey a sense of sophistication and maturity, yet stumbles spectacularly? It's that bewildering sensation of asking yourself, what on earth did I just read? This is precisely how I felt after finishing this book.
I truly wanted to like it; I entered with an open mind and high hopes, but unfortunately, the narrative lacked any sense of purpose or direction. It may be a short novel, but even within that limited space, the author could have developed the world and the characters more thoroughly. Crucial questions lingered unanswered throughout the pages.
What is the magic system? Good luck figuring that out—we're left with only vague references to its grammar, and despite the repeated insistence on its importance, the details are utterly elusive. Who is Agnes? Sure, she’s referred to as a witch, but beyond that, she remains a mystery. How does the fairy world actually operate? Again, we find no clear explanation.
The characters themselves were a bewildering mix of flatness and unlikability. This story centers on the bond between two sisters, yet at no point during my reading did I genuinely feel that connection or emotional depth. The author seemed determined to showcase this bond, but their efforts fell flat and left me disinterested.
Esther, the main female character, had her moments; I found her storyline somewhat engaging. She emerged as a relatively likable protagonist, and her romance, albeit predictable, did have a certain charm to it that didn’t completely detract from the story.
Then there was Ysabel—oh, how much this character annoyed me! She appeared to be disappointingly naïve, especially considering her sister’s intelligence. Ysabel’s incessant need to cling to Esther was frustrating and made me want to shake her. Her desperate desire for attention was utterly eye-roll-inducing. Even when she experienced a bit of character growth towards the end, it felt too little, too late. Perhaps I might have felt more empathetic towards her if the portrayal of the sisters’ bond had resonated with me, but alas, it did not.
Though I must admit that the writing itself was beautiful and lyrical, I found myself continually questioning the overall purpose of the story. Perhaps my understanding fell short, but the complex prose often left me feeling perplexed and disoriented.
In conclusion, this book was a miss for me, and it’s disappointing to walk away feeling this way when I had hoped for something meaningful.