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"Children of Blood and Bone"
Tomi Adeyemi conjures a stunning world of dark magic and danger in her West African-inspired fantasy debut. Learn more
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The first thing Freda notices about Nick is that he's beautiful. Beautiful and (in her mind) out of her league. At first Freda assumes Nick is gay, but from the start (as in the first day they meet) Nick lets her know that he's interested in her sexually. When Freda sees Nick perform onstage dressed as a woman, she's intrigued, confused and - maybe in spite of herself - a little turned on. Despite Nick's blatant sexual advances, Freda is ambivalent - could this gorgeous creature really be interested in her? Will she wind up just getting hurt? So Nick and Freda settle into a pattern of being "just friends", until that little subterfuge just won't work anymore. And then things get interesting...
There were many things that I liked about this story. I think the author captured what it means to be young and single and experiencing your first real love, with all the accompanying excitement, confusion and heartache. Obviously, the "Hero" of the story is unconventional, really kind of a bold choice in my opinion. Freda's first person narrative is infused with some raunchy humor and there's no denying that the whole storyline made for a nice change of pace from the billionaire-bad-boys-and-the-virgins-who-love-them romances that are a dime a dozen right now.
Despite the story's overall originality, it really doesn't stray too far from the typical romance formula. Freda is almost gratingly insecure, falling back far too often on the old "Oh, I'm too fat for this guy to be interested in me" excuse. She's described as 5' 6" and wearing a (US) size 10. Not a waif to be sure, but certainly not overweight. And no matter how many times Nick told her he found her beautiful, she refused to accept it. Had I been able to insert myself into the story I would have gone all Jillian Michaels on her and told her to either accept herself as she was or for Pete's sake cut back on the booze and the bacon & cheese sandwiches and hit the gym. Freda's self-esteem issues were, in my opinion, overplayed.
My biggest gripe is something about Nick's character that I had a hard time getting past. (This next part might be considered to be a minor SPOILER). Before Nick and Freda become romantically involved, Nick has a one night stand and he doesn't treat this woman very well. He has a whole conversation with the woman (right in front of Freda no less!) about how he only visits the "Lady Garden" (as he refers to it) under very special circumstances. He also goes on to regale Freda and her friends with stories of the woman's "Lady Garden" in a derisive manner. I am quite surprised that the same author who was willing to push the envelope with a unique storyline felt the need to trot out this hoary old trope. Yes, I "get" that Nick is trying to send the message that he'd be willing to stop and smell the roses in Freda's "Lady Garden" (which I guess he intuitively knows is superior to all the other mundane gardens out there), I just wish he didn't need to denigrate a woman other than the heroine to get his point across. Why does showing disdain for another woman somehow make the heroine appear special? In my opinion, it doesn't. It just make the Hero look like a jerk. (Now exiting the SPOILER zone)
To sum it up, I am glad that I read this. It was interesting and quite original in parts. I am one of those women who like to be just the teeniest bit in love with the Heroes in my Romance reading, and Nick (even outside of his "Viv" persona) was too feminine and androgynous for me to feel that attraction. The important thing though is that the author does convince you that Freda feels it, and that's what Romance is all about.
Frequent strong language and explicit sexual content.
Viv worked. I love a hero who can talk dirty and Viv has a way with panty-dropping lines. I loved that he was a straight drag queen. I could have done without his dick moves to Dorotea, which dropped him a lot of points, but otherwise he was a character that just really did it for me.
I will repeat: straight drag queen. Viv's got an alpha streak despite his effeminate ways and it shows through brilliantly. I think part of why it works for me is because he reminds me of Moriah Jovan's amazing Lord Macaroni.
What made me end up not finishing:
The "pathological self-deprecation". I don't care how many people tell me that it's real and it's a show that she's a person and that it's ... I don't care. I eventually got ground down by the incessant negativity and self-doubt and just wanted to shoot myself or something out of sympathy. For some that may be a hallmark of great writing. For me, I just wanted to die.
There's a lot of over explanation and telling of what she's thinking and un-self-aware self-analysis of her thoughts because it's in first person and so it really quickly got to be far too much. She just wouldn't let up. It was a never-ending stream of negative consciousness. Again, I'm so tired of the "I'm perfectly fine and acceptable as I am, except I really,really, really don't like myself" trope. Can we be done, please?
Overall, there was a lot of telling not showing. A metric ton of it.
He squeezes my wrist once before letting go; the skin there gets all warm for some reason. Despite my ambitions to be the "friend" of a cool customer like Nicholas, I'm not sure if my insecure female heart can take it. I'm doomed to feel butterflies at his touch, like a desperate old maid eager for any human contact she can find, who gets tingles when people brush past her on a crowded street.
Nicholas pays for the food once we're finished, even though I offer to pay for half. He says he owes me since I made him dinner last night. We chat as we walk back to the apartment building, stopping to have a look around the markets at the front of the arcade. When we get home, we part ways and agree to have a drink together after his gig tonight.
Up until I quit, it was all like that.
It's, as obvious here, written in first person present. To Cosway's credit, I didn't pick up on that until more than a bit in. I was also mostly able to ignore it. I'm not certain if it's because the witty dialog and snappy banter carried most of it or if I was too distracted by the endless self-hate going on.
What I really want to know is what happened between Viv and his father's colleague. My curiosity is happily, or not so happily, not stronger than the depression, so I'm unlikely to find out unless someone straight out tells me.