Rating (Out of 5): ~4
Genre: YA Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Amulet Books (ABRAMS)
Publish Date: January 2012
Spoilers?: No.
A good girl.
A bad boy.
A fairy tale that's true.
A truth that is no fairy tale.
It
begins the day Anna finds the child's doll on the floor of the student
lounge. When it's claimed by Abel, the school drug dealer, Anna becomes
determined to learn more about this mysterious boy with the military
haircut and deep blue eyes. She follows him after school and discovers a
secret: Abel is caring for his six-year-old sister, Micha, alone. Anna
listens in as he tells her a fairy tale, the story of a little orphan
queen pursued by hunters across the oceans for the treasure she carries:
her pure, diamond heart.
It's a story with parallels to
reality. Social services and Micha's abusive father could take her from
Abel if they discover the truth.
Despite friend's warnings, Anna
is drawn to Abel and Micha, and falls under the spell of the story of
the little queen and her desperate voyage.
But when people Abel
has woven into his tale turns up dead, it's Anna whose heart is in
danger. Is she in love with a killer? And has she set out on a journey
from which there is no return?
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The Cover:
I love this cover, the white and the purple one. I think it's just really pretty, not embarrassing at all. It fits with the story, both the rose and the general feeling.
Review:
I don’t really know
how I feel about this book. On one hand, I kind of loved it. On the other hand,
I don’t know if I liked the ending or want to cry about it. I mean, the things
this book did to me…
I went into this
book expecting it to be a bit slow, with beautiful writing, possibly to find
the storytelling parts slow, and with a not-nice ending. I was both right and
wrong on these things.
The writing is a
bit slow, the pace takes its time, and yet the writing is not as gorgeous as I
thought it would be. It’s still very nice, though, and it took me a while to
get through this book, but not in a bad way.
Abel is the
storyteller, and he tells stories first to his younger sister, then to her and
Anna, our heroine. And I was expecting this be slow because I knew it would
mirror things that were happening already with Anna and Abel, but I was wrong.
They were actually very interesting to read, and went by really fast; they did
mirror the events well, but they were just different enough. That was a really
nice element to the book.
I liked Anna; she’s
a bit naïve, curious, hesitant, but smart. Abel’s little sister, Micha, was a
sweet, cute little girl, also smart, and learning. There were several other
characters in the book, a lot that I liked and a lot that surprised me. Like
Anna’s parents, who I really liked: her quiet, gentle mother, and her
gardening, protective and kind father. Then Anna’s friend Gitta from school,
among others. I’m not going to go into detail, but their parts were
interesting, and well done.
Then there’s Abel.
I’m so conflicted about him. On the one hand, I like him. On the other…
He’s a good older
brother, I understood the attraction between him and Anna, and even liked some
of it and agreed with Anna on some things. But then he does several things that
are just not good. I’m not going to go into detail, because they are some major
spoilers and surprises that I was really not expecting. But I don’t like what
he did, and yet I still kind of like him. And I don’t understand how that works.
This book does not
go down the same path that so many other books with the same set up do, even the romance and attraction part, and I
really liked the surprise of it. And yet it also leaves me feeling so upset.
Because, I just… that ending. The ending was horrible, and made me want to cry.
But it was also fitting. It fit the story really well. It made sense for the
characters, even if it kind of crushed me.
So even while I
feel upset and crushed and conflicted about this book, I applaud everything
that happened in it. Everything was done so very well, and it was beautiful. I
think overall I loved this book, even if there’s a niggling of despair for what
happened.