The novella prequel to this book, 'The Girl With No Name', was hugely
entertaining, a charming fairytale which was anything but traditional,
with a nice line in humour and, for its short length, a surprising
number of delightfully unexpected twists along the way. This is a full
length (albeit still fairly short) novel in similar style, which somehow
fell a bit flat for me. Maybe the charm of the novella just doesn't
scale up, or maybe my grumpy pre-Christmas mood is at fault, but somehow
the whimsy failed to enchant, the writing seemed less light and the
humour was sprinkled too thinly, like a pizza with too little cheese.
Partly
this is because of the rather old-fashioned writing style. Contractions
(like 'can't' and 'don't') are avoided, every action is described in
detail even when a character isn't doing anything interesting at all,
and although there are various point of view characters, the author
merrily tells us what everyone is thinking or feeling. There's nothing
at all wrong with this, and I daresay for a fairy tale it's appropriate,
but I much prefer a tighter writing style.
So here's the
premise. There's a princess and a couple of princes and a magician's
apprentice, there's an evil villain, there's a land where nobody has
magic and a land where almost everybody has it. And there are winged
unicorns, which (rather cutely) aren't necessarily able to fly properly,
sometimes they just bounce a little as they run, like a plane on a
particularly bumpy runway. There's a royal wedding and a kidnapping and
an array of monsters to be faced. All good fun, although sometimes
things got a little predictable. I liked that the princess was a smart
cookie and able to get herself out of awkward scrapes. I disliked that
too often things happened purely by chance, and she was saved by some
lucky event.
The best character by far is the magician's
apprentice, Phillip. Phillip? In a fairy tale? Erm, yes. The names in
this story aren't really the best. Some characters have sensible
fantasy-sounding names (Neithan, Kaleb, Sargon) and some have weird
names (Seventh Night) and some have terrible names (the poor girl with
no name from the prequel, who finally acquires a name half way through
this book, and it's surely the worst name ever; and no, you'll have to
read the book to find out what it is).
But then, just when I was
preparing my oh-dear summary in my head, things took off, became
charmingly unpredictable and ended with one of those wonderful moments
that brighter people than I probably saw coming a mile away, but for me
it came out of nowhere and just blew me away. So three stars for the
slightly pedestrian air of the first three quarters, five stars for the
brilliant ending, so an average of four stars.
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