This was so boring.
The blurb of the book sounded promising. Witches throughout history all being related to one another? Sign me up. However, this failed to deliver on just about everything.
First, I was surprised by how sexist this book was. The witches had immense power, but still lived in fear of men. Men knew about this power too, but still bossed the women around. Men were also characterized as either stupid or evil, nowhere in between, and almost no one had any identifying characteristics to separate themselves from one another.
Two, nothing happened in this book! The plot essentially is just this: woman has a baby young. That baby has powers. They grow up without learning their family history or how to control/use their powers. They have a baby. Repeat.
Three, the powers are so confusing. It seems that the women who possess magic are all powerful, but then sometimes the magic works, and sometimes it doesn’t. Also, because they themselves are confused on their own history and power, it makes everything else muddled for the reader too.
The story also moves incredibly fast, even though the plot, descriptions, feelings, and actions are almost nonexistent. In Nanette’s story, she ages 14 years, gets powers, sees that a witch hunter is on her trail, sleeps with a man passing through town, and becomes pregnant within the first three chapters.
I’m incredibly disappointed in this book, and I’m so glad to be done with it.