Reaction Review time
“What’s going on here, Jessa?” My mother turned to me, her voice shaking. “Did you lie to that royal officer? If something happened with alchemy, you need to tell us right now. We can help but we need to know what we are dealing with here.”
- Thank God for over-the-top dialogue coming in from the Mother character. I bet we won't be spending much time with her in the novel.
Finally alone, I let out a deep breath, willing the stress to fall away.
- Ah, the joys of tell instead of show.
The accident flashed through my memory.
- Ah, the second scene of the novel is a flashback. NGL, I might just not finish this novel.
On that day, just like most days, I took Lacey to our neighborhood playground. On that brisk January afternoon, the cool air was refreshing on my sore dancer muscles.
- How did these two sentences not catch an editor's eye? How?
Beyond her, the bare trees held onto the last fragments of fall.
- Kay, either this is a weird version of Earth in the distant future where global warming somehow made January late fall, or, you know, it should have been early to mid-December. January is pure winter, at least in the Northern Hemisphere.
Abruptly, Lacey’s hands slipped and her little body catapulted from the seat. For the brief moment, she was in flight.
- Okay, it's definite that no editor took a look at this book. It should be For a brief moment.
Stunned, I watched my little sister crash into the waiting earth. Mounds of frozen gravel pummeled her face.
- I have no idea what imagery this was supposed to entice, but all I imagine is a child falling into a shallow hole that grows mounds to punch the poor girl in the face.
At this point, might as well label this novel with #badwriting. Also, if the gravel is actually frozen, wouldn't it mean that it may actually be too cold for a little child to be on the swings? When I was a kid, my parents wouldn't let me go near the swings until it was April.
-So, Lacey got hurt, Jessa obviously helped her calm down by using the power in the color red, and in true TSTL heroine fashion, she did not realize that she did this. Of course.
Come on, book, surprise me.
Even stranger was the air that wrapped around us, a cloud of luminous red energy, seemingly not of this world. I almost didn’t notice when Lacey lost consciousness.
It all happened so fast. Too fast.
-Come on, book. Be good.
It took the medics a while to arrive at the scene and cart Lacey off to be stitched up.
-Okay, so a while passed.
I still didn’t want to admit how one second her blood could be gray, and the next, return to vibrant red. It had to be alchemy.
-Of course.
It all happened so fast.
-The sentence is repeated. ON THE SAME PAGE. Things go fast, then slow, then fast again, my gods. EDITOR, where are you?
The next thing I knew, the medics were shaking me, calmly asking their standard questions.
- So, this is the part where, despite shaking, I calmly realized that this book was either edited by sloppy editors, or not at all.
They took my pulse and gave me some water as they assessed Lacey and the wide pool of red blood around us. The gray was nowhere to be seen. She was small enough that the wounds on her knees, palms, face, and tongue warranted her going to the hospital for stitches and painkillers. She even ended up needing a blood transfusion.
- And this is the part where I realized that there is no way I can just suspend my disbelief for the book and enjoy it. First of all, a wide pool of blood indicates heavy bleeding - did Lacey get a cut on her jugular or carotid? No, it doesn't seem to be so bad, she has skinned knees and palms, a bitten tongue, and scrapes on her face. YET SHE NEEDS A BLOOD TRANSFUSION. What this tells me is that the author didn't want to hurt Lacey too much, but still wanted Lacey to get a blood transfusion to allow Jessa to oh-so-smartly point the finger towards the blood transfusion for the grayness that had been removed from Lacey's blood.
It's when things happen because they're needed for the plot, and the author ignores the rules of cause and effect that you get a bad book. The writing is choppy, the style is nonexistent, and Jessa is just flat.
This was just chapter 1. *sighs* Let's see if it gets any better.
Nope. The gems continue.
A warning more than a piece of advice.
I was the prince, and we’d been through this many times before. Just let me use the bathroom in peace!
- Not sure what bugs me more, Lucas himself, or the use of that exclamation mark.
Lucas is no Prince Kai, it would seem.
The memory of my first contact with the Resistance flashed through my mind.
-Ah, another flashback ensues. It must be mandatory for introducing characters.
This was about magic, about an evil that was consuming the palace from within.
So, is it alchemy, or magic?
Apparently, it's a visual show.
Reading the rest of the book feels like I'm slogging through endless molasses and makes me rethink its entertainment and escapism value.
Also, exclamation marks belong in dialogue, and even then, they are to be used sparingly. There are more than three exclamation marks in fewer than three chapters.
Still looking for the value in the book.
Ladies and gentlemen, Prince Lucas:
Blue was a tough magic and highly useful. I looked at the boy with a newfound respect, despite myself.
On the same page:
I wondered just how much of our conversation Faulk had heard because of that annoying kid!
Lucas finding the boy annoying would not have annoyed me had it not happened right after he respected the kid for his power.