A review by whoareyouhannah
The Binding by Bridget Collins

1.0

I came for the fantasy, the magical books, the apprentice learning to control this amazing power inside himself, the lore, the secrets of the craft, some kind of character growth.

What I got in the end was a romance consisting of a weird brother-sister-love-triangle, people acting like assholes because they were in love with someone, but didn't want to admit that to themselves (twice I had to suffer through this, twice!), dad the psychopath and serial rapist, a stupid kind of happy end that wasn't happy at all and the realization, that in the end the characters actually were assholes, who only cared about themselves and their own happiness.

I wish I had stopped reading when it was obvious that this whole fascinating concept of binding memories into a book was just a vehicle to prolong the will-they-get-each-other-in-the-end-or-not-spiel.