How I wished to love this book more. It had all the ingredients to be extraordinary — a talented author with a track record of strong female leads, one of history’s most fascinating women at its centre, and a period brimming with intrigue and drama. Alas, it was not to be.
This novel offers a fictionalised account of the life and death of Cleopatra. It’s well-researched and occasionally engaging, blending elements of magic and romance into the mix. As a narrative summary of Cleopatra’s life, it succeeds: the author captures much of the allure and tragedy of this legendary figure, staying (mostly) true to known history.
But that’s where the praise ends. The book is, frankly, a mess — and I’m still surprised I managed to finish it. The greatest flaw lies in the portrayal of Cleopatra herself, which is inconsistent, shallow, and often unintentionally insulting. While we’ll never know the true nature of the real Cleopatra, it’s hard to imagine she was as foolish or incompetent as depicted here. I don’t believe the author intended to make her seem dim-witted, yet the result suggests poor judgment, zero leadership ability, and a blind hunger for power. It’s simply not a credible portrayal of a woman who ruled Egypt for years and captivated two of Rome’s most formidable leaders.
The writing doesn’t help. It veers between lazy and overwrought, with dialogue so clumsy it borders on parody. The author’s attempts at sounding profound only make things worse — the pompous sentences are almost painful (“for I know how it feels to have your life reduced to actions and assumptions”). Coming from a writer capable of much better, this is baffling.
Then there’s the romance — and it’s downright offensive. I understand that romantasy sells, but it still needs to be written well. The endless scenes of love-talk and love-making between Cleopatra and her lovers feel contrived, forced, and entirely devoid of authenticity or emotional truth.
I also personally really disliked the constant foreshadowing - with Cleopatra talking again and again to the reader telling them what's coming in a few pages. At a certain point it became infuriating.
Ultimately, the novel suffers from a lack of focus. It can’t decide whether it wants to be historical fiction, romance, or fantasy — and ends up failing on all counts.
I can’t recommend it to anyone, not even long-time fans of the author. A huge missed opportunity.
My thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for providing an early copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.