Kiss of Fire, the first book in the Imdalind series. I... don’t know how to feel about it.
Shortly after we got married, my wife and I took to reading together. I read aloud while my wife sits or lies next to me in the bed. It’s one of our favorite parts of the day, even though she often likes me to read late into the night despite me having to get up early for work. We’ve made it through a few books so far, and a running theme for the books we choose is young adult books we enjoyed/still enjoy.
My wife considers the Imdalind series her favorite even still. She read them about a month ago, and she has wanted me to read them ever since. I finally agreed, and we’ve been working our way through Kiss of Fire for a week or two now. And... bleh.
I’ll start out by saying that it’s not awful. It has some redeeming qualities, like the fact that the magic came from and is centered around Prague. To be honest, though, that’s probably the only unique plot element the book has. Oh, sure, it has its magic and some stuff that may not be an exact copy of other young adult books, but it isn’t unique or different enough to stand out. In fact, it’s so full of cliches and tropes that I haven’t gone a single stretch of reading without pausing to stifle a groan.
It’s incredibly disjointed, too. I still haven’t been able to tell what the main plot of the book is, because it holds its romance plot in front of your face so much that it’s attempts at convincing you that that isn’t the main focus are weak and ineffective. The whole first third of the book is focused on this romance plot, and while it sprinkles in hints of the magic that I assume the series is about throughout that first third, I wasn’t sure if I was reading a romance or a supernatural/fantasy novel. I don’t mind romantic subplots, but I don’t appreciate being tricked into a romance novel.
To cap it all off, the writing is simplistic and riddled with typos and strange punctuation that make some sentences nearly incomprehensible on a first read (though to be fair, I blame the typos and punctuation issues on a poor editor).
To be honest, I’m struggling to maintain interest. Which I suppose is a shocker in and of itself: a couple years ago, I would have stopped reading early on. I suppose it helps that my wife is so invested in the series, and her interest keeps me interested.
But goodness if I can’t wait until we finish this series.