I always knew that I was the kind of reader who would forgive a lot of flaws in exchange for a charming protagonist, but I guess I never realised just HOW many flaws.
Like, this book. This book. Set it Sydney, which was cool. An aboriginal character, which I love to see. And the plot, on paper, is interesting and full of neat reveals. But.
Ok, so, say you're walking down to the shops. And you turn the corner, and there's a parade just parading down the street. Floats and people on stilts and the whole bit. You'd be pretty surprised and you'd wonder what the occasion was, but you'd also just kinda shrug and go with it, right? Huh, a parade. Cool.
This is basically the exact reaction every single character in this book gives to every shocking reveal.
Hey, gods are real! What! Huh, ok.
Hey, you're a god now! What! Huh, ok.
Hey, time travel! What! Huh, ok.
Hey, I've shot you and you're about to die. What! Huh, ok.
Everything is instantly accepted. Also basically instant is the solution to any and all problems. Needed items are found on the next page. These hundred-year-old hidden sanctuaries are found within hours, and the puzzles inside are solved within seconds.
It makes it feel like everything is being rushed through, a feeling that gets worse towards the end of the book. The prose grows choppy and starts to feel more like a cliff notes version of this story than the story itself. And there's this one bit at the end which, no spoilers, but the characters were about do something and I thought, well that's obviously really dumb because 'x' has already happened a bunch of times... And they do it. And 'x' happens again. And, just. Siiiiigh.
And yet. Look up there. Look at those stars. Four of those suckers, and I don't regret a one. Because all of these many, many flaws are delivered to us via the most charming and hilarious protagonist, Connor. Connor easily save this book, and this book needed a lot of saving so that's doubly impressive. He reminded me A LOT of Eliot from Sarah Rees Brennan's brilliant In Other Lands, and I wish this book could have been longer or at least paced slower so there could have been more quiet moments with him. He made this mess completely enjoyable.
So, four stars for Eliot but a whole lot less stars for the rest of it.