[ 2.75 Stars ]
well, this was a bit of a disappointment. my expectations for The Everlasting were set for a poetic, myth-infused tale that would weave fantasy and romance into a profound narrative. what I got instead was a beautifully written but uneven novel that felt more like a romantic drama with fantasy elements than an actual fantasy story. The Everlasting wants to sound profound, but its emotional architecture never catches up to its intentions.
Harrow’s prose is poetic and aesthetically pleasing, but also her biggest weakness here. the writing is distant, and shallow, more concerned with sounding beautiful than saying something true. the story often meanders, filled with repetition and ornate phrasing that never digs deep enough into its characters or themes. I admire her ambition, but it left me detached from everything that was happening.
the main character, Una, should’ve been fascinating, an immortal woman carrying centuries of memory, but she never feels real. she oscillates strangely between acting like a teenager and like a forty-year-old woman, and the narration keeps insisting on her “manly” traits in a way that becomes repetitive and awkward. Instead of nuanced gender exploration, it starts to feel forced, as if the book is performing it rather than embodying it naturally.
Owen, the love interest, doesn’t fare much better. he’s written almost like a damsel, fragile, hesitant, and oddly childish for a man in his thirties. their relationship is supposed to be timeless and profound, but it often comes across as awkward and unconvincing. their romance never fully convinced me, it felt less like an organic connection and more like a narrative requirement. from their first meeting, we're told about a "spark," but we're rarely shown the meaningful moments that would make their love believable. their relationship is summarized more than it is developed, making it difficult to feel invested in their bond. also, the constant “boy” endearment from Una gets repetitive, and many of their interactions border on cheesy or embarrassing. some “intimate” scenes gave me secondhand embarrassment, the emotional tone feels juvenile despite the adult content.
you can tell Harrow wanted to invert the usual gendered power structure, the immortal warrior woman and the delicate mortal man, but the execution ends up caricatural. It doesn’t feel like a natural dynamic between two distinct people; it feels like a symbolic gesture stretched too far.
as for the worldbuilding and plot, they’re surprisingly shallow. the supernatural elements feel more decorative than integral, existing to give atmosphere rather than to shape the story’s logic or stakes. It reads more like a romance with mythic flavor than a true fantasy novel. the villain, too, feels cartoonish, constantly explaining her motives and plans in a way that drains any tension. everything feels a bit too easy, too tidy, and too performed.
that said, the second half of the book is slightly better. the pacing steadies, the prose calms down a bit, and the final chapter in particular has a sweetness to it that almost redeems some of what came before. I liked how the story handled the passage of time and the echoes of immortality, those reflections were genuinely interesting. but even at its strongest, I never felt emotionally invested. I was curious to see how it would end, but not truly moved by the characters or their fates.
In the end, The Everlasting isn’t an extremely bad book, just a frustrating one. It’s lovely on the surface, full of potential, but hollow underneath. aesthetically rich, emotionally thin. I expected more, and I don’t think Harrow's books are for me at all.