This is the first of the Retold fairytales I’ve read in this series by Demelza Carlton, and it was somewhat amusing, but mostly disappointing.
There’s no real character development between the menfolk and their ladies. One husband is away, questing to break a curse so fiercely that his brother-in-law thinks he doesn’t care for his wife at all. His need to save his son from the hereditary evil is commendable, but the writing doesn’t do the situation justice, and the internal dialogue does little to make him a sympathetic character. The other male protagonist is completely obsessed with his girl after seeing her naked once, and jerking off constantly over wanting her, because apparently, that’s an attractive quality in a future husband. I was actually surprised when he ended up being the love interest for Molina, because nothing about him as a person is desirable, other than his supposedly large manhood. The central relationship is based purely on lust, and all the complications of the curses and foibles are perpetuated because no one listens to anyone other than the witch. If these people would sit down for two seconds to have a real conversation that doesn’t involve shagging all day and all night in unlikely ways, they might solve their problems better.
Some of the twists were interesting, and I’m always fascinated to read retellings of well known fairytales, but this one lacked heart, depth, and character development, all of which are essential to a retelling, unless you intend on sticking to the straightforward, “moral of the story” gig. It also ended with no real closure or hope, which perhaps was purposeful so readers will want to pick up the next in the series, but to have such a dismal end for the central characters of this particular retelling is rather dissatisfying. A book should be able to stand on its own, regardless of how it intertwines with other tales.