Thursday, December 12, 2013

Enchanted by Alethea Kontis

   Oh ugh what the heck.

   This is the first book that I've read in a while that I literally could not find anything to enjoy. It was slow, it was boring, and the parts that should've been interesting weren't, because they didn't make sense. The romance was convoluted and strained at best. Rumbold was a creepy, pathetic moron, and Sunday was about as interesting as a brick of wood. Together, they made an obnoxious, boring couple that didn't even have the benefit of chemistry or romantic tension on their side.

   Most of this review will probably be a complaint, which, in part, is actually a tribute to how little I enjoyed reading Enchanted. Every aspect of it was, simply put, ridiculous. At least it was for me, at any rate.

  I've hit most of my main points already, and I don't feel like I could really state myself more clearly. Because seriously, I'm all for fairy tale retellings that are kind of cheesy, but this one was a) way over the level of cheesiness that should be legally allowed, and b) was actually just a lot of confusing, popular stories jumbled together in this tangled mess of a love story.

  I'm aware that I probably go overboard in hating male leads in romantic fiction, but Prince Rumbold here didn't even have enough personality to be an unlikeable asshole. He was just plain unlikeable, boring, unrelatable, etc. etc. For that matter, so was Sunday. Dullest love story ever. 

  I actually did like the minor characters–Saturday and Thursday {bless the horrible names in this book and how completely unimaginative and confusing they are} seemed like cool people. And as there is currently a sequel to this book that features Saturday, I feel like I might actually read it. Then again, I don't want to end up hating Saturday, so it's kind of an iffy situation.

   Honestly, for once, that's pretty much it. I have nothing else to say about this book. It was shallow, boring, pointless, and time-wasting, and I actually feel mean saying this right now, because I honestly don't mean this in a spiteful way, I'm just shocked that I stumbled across such a poorly constructed novel after loads of wonderfully unique, fixating ones. I guess my streak of good luck has faded. Rest in peace.