Forgive me, but I'm about to roll with a painfully honest review. I'm nice, really...I am.
First the positive: ....crickets chirping......Oh! It has a very pretty cover :) Love the mask :) And....It's blessedly short :)
Now the rest:
This was going to be a low 2* book, because right off the bat I was reading sentences without a subject OR a verb...these things can be understandable when used by an excellent writer as a way to grab attention, but if you are not one of those incredible authors, it is best to avoid these sentences, or you just come across as someone who needs a few more grammar school lessons. I thought that I had finally made it past the poor grammar (or perhaps did't catch it--I'm not a teacher grading a paper after all, just someone who wants to enjoy a good story), when in chapter six I began to read lines like: "me and Shaun"--over and over again. Something most of us learn in grade school--never put yourself first. I was hushed from an early age whenever I started to say "me and.....". Nope, I had to erase those words (if written) and write "Shaun and I", or "Barbara and I"... until I absorbed the lesson and it became a pattern. Today, it's the reading equivalent of nails on the chalkboard; almost like hearing "we was walking" or "I were going to....". No, I'm not the Grammar Police, sorry. I don't plan to say much more about this other than the fact that those elementary mistakes took me out of the story pretty fast.
And this story didn't need any help when it came to the desire to put it down....The first 75% had me wondering what in the world was happening. I finally got that it was about revenge that had something to do with her son, something that had happened when she was 16 and he was three...meaning that she was twelve or thirteen when she got pregnant--okay--that happens. The revenge wasn't against the father, though. Obviously their 'coupling" had been consensual (if that's possible at that age), though there was plenty anger because he chose to leave....ummm....if he's not in jail for statutory rape or worse, that would have made him a child, too, so...I hate to say it, but that gives him a pass in my book. For goodness sakes, here he is, probably still a teenager wanting to make things right...perhaps high-school helped him grow up....that happens every day (ahem). Anyway, he's young and wants to take on responsibility for a thing that occurred when he was probably a child himself. One of the strangest parts about this is they just acted too old; as if the pregnancy had happened at, say--seventeen or so.
No--her revenge is against someone else. We are never told how or why...ugh...just no questions answered. And the tiny one I got--I won't share in case, like me, it's one of the few high points of this story for you as well. What I do know: something happened to her son, and not by the father. What I don't know: anything else.....except Angelica knows who took him, and won't tell the readers....and several descriptions of things in a Dantesque (or, as the book blurb put's it Dante-ish) mansion.
The last 25% was interesting enough to raise my rating to 2.5* (Though the stars will have to stay at two, because three means I liked it, and two stars means "it was ok"--which is quite fair here), though I had only figured a couple things out about the story even then....and certainly not enough...like, what the heck did this guy Angelica was chasing through the Dantesque mansion have to do with her broken heart? Why the heck were cameras watching her every move as he begged to die? And how could she just walk away holding a teddy bear? There were mentions of famous musical works that sounded interesting, as well as Dante's Inferno. If those things are what draw you, I feel you're far better off reading Dante, or listening to violin concertos on your iPad.
Final Judgement
Overall, I needed more--more editing---more answers---more about, "What the heck is this thing I'm reading?" While failing to deliver what I would consider an even half-complete story, Kalo manages to cover up this fact by being VERY descriptive (this over the top amount of description seems to be the consensus of most reviews)....descriptions of the music, the mansion, different masks, red taffeta dresses, peoples lips and hair, doors and ice sculptures, I could write 7 pages of the things she described (and that would be a third, at least of her book)..... someone said this was music put into words....Perhaps if I had a glass of laudanum I would love this, and be able to sway to the "music"....
If you choose to read this, may you have a great time (good luck), but I will forever scratch my head and wonder why couldn't ONE more page be added to answer the tiniest of questions....why, how...this guy???? And what exactly happened, or at least how did she know who--and what--he did? And does she know why he did it? If that confused you at all.....well then, at least you understand how this book made me feel. It felt like a book that was handed to someone who tore out necessary pages at random and published it as a joke.
I found out something very important near the end: near the middle of Dante's Inferno lie..... du du duuuuuuum....... teddy bears. ?WTF
Perhaps I missed it...I feel I'd have to make it up, because I sure wasn't told.....I guess they came from several young boys. Dang! HOW DOES SHE KNOW ANYTHING.....and why won't she share?
I realize that seven horrible years have been spent tracking down the one who took her boy (and his teddy bear, Max) but....give me a break, were the inner circles of hell rearranged because of this...whatever it is...that happened? I honestly can't tell if there are spoilers in here, because I never got it. So forgive me if I spoil someones laudanum laced reverie. Sorry. And, hey--I'm glad Max the teddy bear was recovered....the one with the chipped nose and x's for a mouth...he was very well described.
Vio-lence....... Is that really what the hidden meaning of a violin is...if you're not sipping laudanum??? Is there a hidden meaning to a violin? Perhaps I need to stay away from violin players....
Maybe it's me...perhaps the hundreds of books I've understood were for simpletons....
Thanks to the author, Zoe Kalo, for the chance to read this novella and give an honest review.