I feel the urge to be gentle with this book. Like a beautiful, stacked blonde with baby blues who doesn't understand if you speak in words of more than two syllables. The package is pretty, but it's all unfurnished upstairs. It's like Alexandra took a very pretty idea, and painted a flat, two-dimensional picture of it with no nuances, no depth.
I was about twelve when I found out that my birthstone was aquamarine. I'd read about it in books, and it sounded gorgeous -- a sparkling blue-green stone the color of the Caribbean. I annoyed my mom for ages until she finally gave in and took me to the jewelers to buy me an aquamarine pendant. Imagine my disappointment when the jeweler showed me a pale, colorless stone that showed the barest hint of blue, and that only in the sun! That was pretty much how I felt when I read Brightly Woven. The story in my head of how this book should be was so much better than the actual thing.
The story is about Sydelle, a sixteen year old weaver who lives in a desert area that has been stricken with drought for several years. When a mysterious young wizard finally brings them rain, the villagers promise him any reward he wants. He picks Sydelle, for reasons unknown to her, and as her village is attacked, they flee to the capital to warn the Queen and the Wizard Guards (the country's warrior mages) of the situation. ALong the way, Sydelle discovers that she has powers she had never dreamt she would possess, and that people would fear and covet.
I haven't read much YA fantasy. I don't even know if there is much YA fantasy out there. Not the urban fantasy thing, but pure fantasy. But I have read more than my fair share of adult fantasy, and if there's one thing I know, you can't build a solid fantasy story without some very, very strong worldbuilding. This is where fantasy becomes that much harder to write than urban fantasy. At least in urban fantasy, you can use the same societal structure, the same basic world model as the world we live in. In fantasy, you have to start from scratch. You have to envision not just the characters, but the world they live in, the food they eat, their geography, their food, their clothing, their government, their religion. Every single detail counts, because you're taking your reader into a galaxy far, far away.
Alexandra Bracken's worldbuilding just didn't do it for me. It's beyond basic, it's so simplistic as to be almost non-existent. I never got a clear picture of the geography of the continent. Sydelle and North's journey from her village to the capital had so many jumps, I never got a clear picture of where they were heading, what the journey was like, and since the journey consumes at least half of the book, that is a Very Bad Thing.
The sister goddesses of this world seem to have played a major part in influencing the characters in the book. But we never get a clear idea of the religious creed they spawned. There's only two lines about them, how one sister gave her followers magic, and the other gave her followers the sword, so the people of Palmarta had warrior mages, and the people of the other five countries (three of which we don't even know existed until the last third of the book!) had massive armies. If this is a religion-based war, you can't get away with writing two lines about the goddesses who are the major motivating factor behind the whole thing!
And the choppy writing style was enough to make me want to abandon the book a few pages in. I spent most of the book flipping back to the pages I'd already read to see if I had missed something, because the narrative was so disjointed and made so little sense. Have you ever seen those flashback scenes in movies? There are a bunch of images from the earlier part of the movie cobbled together, as the hero/heroine has their big epiphany. If you've watched the whole movie, the entire flashback scene makes sense, but if you've just come in at the part where the flashback scene starts, it's a slideshow of images that make little to no sense. Reading Brightly Woven is like coming in only at the flashback scene. Sydelle in her village/flash/Soldiers attacking the village/flash/Sydelle on the other side of the mountains/flash/North getting drunk in a tavern/flash/Sydelle attacked by rogue magician/flash/earthquake out of nowhere (and maybe some sort of fire?)/flash/Sydelle and North in Bigger town/flash... and so on. Doesn't make any sense? Yeah, it didn't to me either!
I never really got to know Sydelle or North. I have some vague idea of a girl who weaves magical cloaks and has some unknown power, but there is no build-up to the revelation of this power. Poof, one day she's an ordinary girl trying to deliver a message to the Wizard Guards, and in the next minute, she's a jinx! The point of a good book is that you sink into the story, feel for the characters, try to puzzle out what's going to happen next, and where the story is heading. If all you've got is a few random bits and pieces of information, then you're spending more time trying to figure out what you're reading than you are enjoying the story. Wayland North was even more of a spectre in the story. At least, since the story is told from Sydelle's point of view, you have some understanding of who she is, and what drives her. (Although the thing with Henry was weird, he only appears for about half a second in the beginning of the book, so how are you supposed to understand that she has feelings for him? When she suddenly starts talking about it in the second half of the book, I was like, huh? who's Henry?) North doesn't even get that character-building. Here's what I know about North: He's eighteen years old (although he reads much, much, much older), he's dirty and smelly and never takes a bath or washes his hair, his clothes are falling apart, and he has stinky feet. Yeah, just the kind of guy I'd want to fall in love with! And their relationship consisted mostly of him getting drunk and Sydelle getting mad until suddenly, one day, for no ostensible reason, she falls in love with him! This book is FAIL from all angles!
I read a couple of reviews where they said that Bracken had had to heavily edit the book to meet the publisher's word count. It's a story I'm not buying. Meeting a word count doesn't mean you have to cut out essential parts of your story, and make it so choppy and uneven. And if the word count is so unreasonable as to make your story impossible to write, then find another publisher, or split the book, or just hold on to your artistic integrity for god's sake! Besides, it's not hard to do good worldbuilding within a limited number of pages. Tamora Pierce's been doing it for ages, with her Tortall books.
Another excuse that's been put forward is that Alexandra Bracken is very young. That is the lamest thing I've ever heard. Christopher Paolini was fifteen when he wrote the first Eragon book, and even though I'm a rabid hater of the series, I still think he did a better job than Bracken. Being young is no excuse for writing bad fiction. It's like people who say, Oh, Alexandra Adornetto is only sixteen and she's written a whole, entire book, so let's go buy it and read it and not trash it because she's so very young! A sixteen year old has no business trying to get her book published, and publishers have no business publishing that tripe. What was there to recommend Halo, apart from the age of the author? It's just a cheap publicity gimmick to sell books. Every author has a duty to her readers, to make sure that the money they're spending on her books is worthwhile, and when I was sixteen and writing really trashy novels, I knew better than to think it was good enough for the general public to read. Sorry to get on my soapbox, but the whole 'she's so young' thing is just eyewash!
The only reason this book got two stars instead of one was because Bracken finally got her act together in the last part of the book, and kind of pulled me in. But to expect me to slog through three quarters of the book to get to the good stuff is just not fair. This book had so much potential, and I can't help but wish someone with more talent had picked up the idea and written the fabulous book it ought to have been.