To me, this was a 2 star book with 4 star ideas.
I've spent many hours and thousands of words working through my thoughts on it; first drafts of my review pushed 1.5-2k words, and that was after extensive pruning. I worried more brevity would make my critiques too vague to be of use to my fellow readers, or—and perhaps this is an overly cautious concern—harsh and dismissive towards the author. Shelley Crowley has publicly stated this story was an experiment in structure in an unfamiliar, which I respect and appreciate. In the unlikely event that Crowley read the review, the last thing I wanted was for it to feel like a punishment for going outside of one's comfort zone.
The result was an unwieldy essay of a review. Despite those concerns, I'm choosing to drastically revise it. Yes, this is the short version. Perhaps I'll revisit the thoughts I've cut in a proper blog entry someday, but I worry that writing additional posts about it will begin to resemble an ongoing vendetta.
I'll begin with a recurring complaint: I was intrigued by the characters and themes, but neither were given enough time and depth to be explored in a way that would do them justice. The ideas in this story could have filled a duology of books, each twice this one's length. As a standalone that spans so much of a character's life and relationships, it needed to really focus its priorities and allow them more room to breathe. The story we have is full of potential, but feels like less than the sum of its parts.
The setting was too inconsistent to be generically Medieval European and lacked enough description to suggest an alternative; I never knew how to imagine the attire and dwellings of the supporting cast, or what cultural expectations and views there were beyond the assumed authority of the king. The presence of magic was only barely discussed or explored, and could have been removed entirely without serious revisions.
While the description of the book leads with the romance, I feel that more needed to be done to show us the chemistry between Wallace and the prince, and to invest us in such a risky affair. We're given flashbacks to their youth together and brief, sparse scenes of them meeting in the present. Neither presented to me a relationship built to last, let alone one worth fighting for. Much of the plot's focus is also given to Wallace's family and the political climate of the kingdom. When neither the romance, the familial themes, nor the political unrest are explored in a satisfying way, it feels like they're all distracting from each other.
The darker tone of the second half wasn't unwelcome, but needed more time to fester and build. Now and then it seemed like themes of power imbalances, classism, and consent were being flirted with, but none were truly explored. Had it been a lighter, cozier romance, I'd not have expected or necessarily desired it to. However, the increasingly dark tone and explicitly political subplots made a closer examination of the challenging themes it raised appropriate, if not expected.
The ending lowered my rating of the entire book. It felt dismissive of the most promising aspects of the story and I'm left frustrated by every interpretation of it. If the ending was meant to a bittersweet HEA, it feels like a betrayal of the story's themes and conflicts. If it's meant to be bleak, and our narrator should be read as unreliable or misguided, not enough was done in the rest of the book to support it. I can't explain more without devolving into spoilers, and the wordcount the surrounding context would require, so I'll leave it at that.