“I feel like a used-up butterfly, with tatty edges.”
The entire plot of this book revolves around the fact that absolutely no one will have an honest conversation with any other character. Ya’ll know that is the main thing that will drive me batty when I’m reading a book.
This book was just secrets on top of misunderstandings layered with refusals to explain. So frustrating.
At 56% it sums it up pretty well:
“I’m so sick of people hiding everything from me like I’m four and they don’t want to upset me by telling me painful truths about mythical creatures, like I can’t handle unicorns not being real.
Mum deserves my love and support, I don’t want to hurt her, but the fact she’s openly keeping things from me . . . I suppose like Christos, which is better than Jonah and Dad who both deny the truth is even out there. Mum openly tells me there’s a truth that I don’t know, but she also tells me I can’t have it. It’s the closest to the truth that there is without being given it.”
I read it. It’s done. I can color Greece on my map and I’m moving on.
“Following the sound of screams into the dark, narrow alleys of New London’s East Side was a good way to get robbed, killed, or both, but Sally could not help herself.”
This was historical fantasy/mystery. It was fun but I’m not rushing to get the rest of the series.
56%
“I would have burned the world down to bring my sister home, had searched the world for a way to do it… but no one was searching for these children.”
Book Beginnings is hosted by Rose City Reader. Friday 56 is hosted at Head Full of Books.
