I love fantasy novels. I really do. If the book has: vampires, magic, werewolves, witches/wizards, or any other-worldly elements I am all in. I will read that book. It really doesn’t take much to convince me.
So after about a month and half hiatus from reading ‘for fun’ (I had been studying for a big, important test) I decided I wanted to start back up with a truly just-for-fun fantasy novel. I had read a short review of Witches of East End and it sounded pretty promising. The story centers around a mother and her two daughters, all witches who have been forbidden from using their magic. Their town begins having a number of public health and weather related problems, along with a few murders and a disappearance/kidnapping. So the witches are forced out of hiding to deal with all that craziness.
There is a lot of magic. There is a lot of love. And there is a lot of just plain ridiculousness in this book.
I am more than happy to suspend my disbelief. I mean, I openly embrace the fantasy genre. But this book just got a way too… out there. Bordering on not making any sense at some points. I’m not even entirely sure how it ends, and I read that part. I just don’t get it, and not because it’s so deep.
I have not read Ms. de la Cruz’s other series, she is a NY Times best-selling author, so who am I to judge? But frankly, I was pretty unimpressed with the last 1/3 of this book. I tried. But I can’t say it was very good.
Sorry if that was a total downer, guys. I mean, it’s the holidays and all. I’m excited to celebrate with my friends and family this weekend. I wish you all a very happy holiday-be safe and have fun!
P.S. If you read this book and totally loved it-cool! Feel free to call me a crazy lady. We can still be buds. Even if I’m crazy.