"In that moment, we were the last true poets of the sea, and what mattered more than anything else was our quest."
TW: panic attacks, anxiety, mention of attempted suicide, mention of eating disorder, alcohol, drugs, mention of depression, mention of OCD
Unpopular Opinion Time 🐸☕️
This did not go as swimmingly as anticipated (ah, see what I did here?) and I feel cheated on.
Many things and aspects about The Last True Poets of the Sea did not convince me, and I was not expecting that after having read some glowing reviews.
But here I am, as always the blackest sheep of them all.
Wanna join my herd? Honestly, I would not recommend it – we never have fun and are just socially awkward. 🐑
This book started out strong but lost steam incredibly quickly.
Any maybe that was because I am not a fan of books about ships and sea, but nonetheless I was not interested, I was not hooked, I was not impressed.
I very plainly did not care.
I appreciated how unlikable the main character was.
Violet was struggling and had to face some personal truths and some hard introspective things to finally develop and grow – I found that to be very refreshing, I feel as if we very rarely come across unlikable characters in YA contemporary.
I also liked how profound her connection to Sam, her brother, was. I love my brother with my whole entire heart, and then some more, so reading about a character apparently cold and devil-may-care-ish loving her brother so unquestionably and painfully was relatable.
But that was pretty much everything I enjoyed in The Last True Poets of the Sea.
So let’s get this Rather Random Review™️ going, and let me tackle some of my issues (which were basically the whole entire book, not gonna lie)
First thing first, for as much as the writing style was lovely, profound and with some sparks of beauty, I found that it was, at times, saturated with cheap fake woke, deep truths moments.
Julia Drake’s way with words was unquestionable, but I was not thrilled by these random moments of too obvious self-discovery. As I said: they seemed fake woke to me.
The reading experience was overall lovely, but these moments ruined a bit my enjoyment.
In fact, I thought that these self-discovery, fake woke, deep moments lost their possible weight and strength because the characters themselves did not have weight or strength to begin with.
Indeed, that was another problem: I was not captivated by the characters and their relations.
If I have to be honest, Violet, Orion and Liv (because, let’s be real here, the other side characters were completely useless and could have easily not even been present since they had no backstory to talk about) were not remarkable.
Violet was definitely the more flashed out of the three of them, but for as much as the other two were concerned, I thought they were somewhat cliché and walking stereotypes.
Everybody but the main character felt two-dimensional and just edgy™️ for the sake of being edgy. Liv was a manic pixie dream girl with a dark past; Orion was your handsome, quirky boy-next-door. Nothing new and nothing special.
And I guess that was mainly dictated by a detail that I’ve noticed while reading which was that all actions and behaviours were easily forgiven. And that mainly happened in the familial relationships but was also present in the friendships.
Now, allow me to be ridiculously specific, but I strongly believe that a friendship is also depicted by the tantrums, the fights and the arguments since it is very much through those that the personalities of your characters are illustrated. The good shapes a relation and a characters just as much as the bad, but here all the bad was forgiven.
Actions did not have consequences, everything was rainbows and sunshine, and all of them were friends no matter what. This complete absence of an edge (even if the characters themselves were even too edgy to be credible) made for two-dimensional, shallow relationships and characters, in my opinion :/
Moreover I was a bit uncomfortable by how Violet’s sexuality and sexual orientation were depicted.
She was bi (and that in itself was not a problem, of course), but it seemed to me that she was sexually attracted to literally anything that breathed. I can be wrong, I can be a clown (I most surely am), but I thought the way in which her desire for literally anything that moved was depicted kinda inscribed itself into the harmful stereotype of what I guess we can call "the slutty bi trope".
And I was definitely not thrilled by that.
Plus, I personally thought that the various relationships came out of the blue and did not particularly make sense. For example, at one point Liv is distraught, so her best friend since forever (!) tells Violet – a random girl that arrived in town literally two days prior – to go and comfort her. I mean, okay. Sounds fake but okay.
The deep and meaningful friendship that we are told existed among Orion, Liv, Felix and Mariah was completely absent on pace: indeed, it was only told and not shown. And that only added to the two-dimensionality and shallowness of the characters.
To add insult to injury, even the romantic relationships were seriously lacking. In my opinion, there was no chemistry nor growth. And they were even a bit insta-lovey.
This was supposedly a love-triangle but I did not see the angst and love and pining. The relationships just seemed randomly and unreasonably deep and intense, but nothing had happened between them. It got deep too quickly and thus it felt unreal and empty.
And I’m not about that life, fam ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Counting the fact that this book was heavily centered around relations, it was a bit of a pity to realise I did not like the great majority of relationships – platonic or romantic – present in The Last True Poets of the Sea. And I believe that is why I found myself bored by the plot and the book itself.
The plot was a bit too slow moving. Halfway through and nothing much had happened, which would have been fine if the relations and characters were good but, alas, that was not the case :/
So, slow moving plot + story about boats and sea + unremarkable characters = bored Giulia.
Furthermore, at times everything seemed a bit disjointed, as if there were some pieces missing. It was jumpy and thus slightly confusing. Some scenes did not flow and some conversations and connections came out of literal thin air. And every time that happened, I got pulled out of the story and I had to force myself to get right back in. The first time that happened, it was easy to dive right in. But as the instances increased in number, it got challenging and I found myself struggling to care.
As a matter of fact, I never managed to feel for the characters; I just simply did not care in the slightest. And on top of that, I never even took a true interest in the plot.
All in all, this was simply not for me.
Unfortunately I was not blown away by this. I was never interested, the plot bored me, the characters were unremarkable and the relationships felt forced. On top of that, I even found the representation a bit questionable.
For as much as I appreciated the writing style, the deep family relations and the unlikable main character, everything else was somehow lacking, in my opinion.
The Last True Poets of the Sea tackled some topics such as mental health and family bonds. It was a coming-of-age with an unlikable main character that grows.
I can see why so many people love this one, I see and I understand and I rejoice because reeding a book you end up loving is the best feeling ever.
Sadly though, I was not able to set sail with you all, and The Last True Poets of the Sea was my own personal shipwreck.
"I could give him proof that he mattered. That we mattered. If I could find our wreck, maybe I could start to put us back together again.
I’d find the wreck, and I’d make us whole."