Oh, the Internets. Sometimes it's hard for me to remember what life was like before you, when I was doomed to forget all but the slightest of fragments from books I once loved, never to read them again. But now, thanks to one of the massively awesome sides of the Internet--fantastic book lovers who will help you to remember the titles and authors of books about which you only remember a small number of details--I am able to be reunited with the books I ate up when I was but a preteen back in the good ol' days of R.L. Stine and Christopher Pike. I know other ladies of a certain age remember those classics!
I should start off by saying that I just love this book. Seriously, I love it. I've loved it for over twenty years, a love that was strong enough to make me suddenly remember a few obscure details of this book while out taking a walk on a very sunny, beautiful day. In other words, I have no idea what made this book suddenly pop into my head at that time, especially considering it had probably been a good twenty years or so since I'd last read it. It just goes to show you how powerful books can be, how they can stick with you long after you've closed their pages and moved on to other phases in your life. Still, while I did love it as much as I did the first time I read it, some of it likely had to do with the nostalgia factor as, now that I'm older and more experienced, I recognize there are some pretty big flaws with this book. Some spoilers to follow.
For one, Jenny is a bit of a Mary Sue. We know so very little about her, other than the fact that she has blond hair, blue eyes, and a penchant for turkey legs and mildly threatening, handsome guys. I wondered if this lack of character development on her part was deliberate, making it easy for the reader to insert herself in the story, or if it was just oversight. Either way, it does lead to a flawed narrative. It would have been nice to at least know what Jenny's favorite color is, or something. Still, at least Jenny sticks up for herself and shows a little initiative, so we don't have a total damsel in distress scenario here.
The other really HUGE flaw with this book is its treatment of mental illness. I was rather dismayed by the way the other characters treated Nan. That poor girl obviously needed some therapy but, instead, she's kept around as a servant because she doesn't talk back to Sir John. Seriously, if that doesn't make you wince, it should. There are some aspects of this book that give it a sort of Jane Eyre vibe, but this isn't the 1800s anymore. It was rather uncomfortable to read some portions of the book because it did leave a bad taste in my mouth with regard to how a character like Nan was treated.
There are also some really strong points to this novel. For once, I give a huge A+ to the creation of atmosphere. Cusick is so good at it! Between the surreal nature of the medieval fair contrasted against the dilapidated castle, gothic horror doesn't get much better than this. It is a deliciously creepy read with a dash of very mild gore.
I also just love the Worthington family--and it's not just because the brothers are oh-so-dreamy (though they are quite dreamy). I especially love Wit. I think he's a particularly well-drawn character because his mannerisms and the way he speaks are indicative of so much about his personality. I'm also quite fond of the handsome twins who, while not as developed as Wit, still have pretty distinct personalities, as made evident by their roles in the fair. On the whole, the fair is a nice device not just for the atmosphere, but because it makes for some good symbolism, as far as character development goes. However, Jenny's dad gets a big failing grade. What kind of father leaves his daughters in a strange castle with Sir John and his three teenaged (or slightly older) sons? This is not a stellar example of parental responsibility.
This book is like mental ice cream. It's rich and pleasurable but not exactly bursting with healthiness. Still, I enjoy reading purely for enjoyment as much as the next person, so I'm not opposed to the pure pleasure of a delicious book that doesn't necessarily contain a great deal of substance. While the nostalgia factor certainly helps, this is still a book that has a lot of appealing elements blended together into a tasty finished product.