A review by geriatricgretch
At the Table of Wolves by Kay Kenyon

2.0

I finished this book because the story was suspenseful so I wanted to know how it would end, but I was screaming at the characters and their inconsistencies the entire time. Like, on page x, it would be stated that the main character never forgot anything, then on page x+1, she'd forgotten something. And at one point it's important that she always wears one kind of watch given to her by her mother but at at least one point she's wearing an Elgin (which I only noticed because Chicagoland what up), so like...why?

It just also was not a satisfying spy novel unless you like novice spies who make so many mistakes that they're only still alive at the end due to the weird, out of character, and unexplained benevolence of the enemy (spoilers? But it's a series so...). I'll admit I've been reading Mick Herron lately and reminiscing about John Le Carre, so the spy bar is pretty high and I know this is someone kind of bumbling into spy life but my god, this main character should have been dead on like page 50 and the British government's secret operations were compromised so many times that if the series ends with them winning WWII I'd be shocked.

The cringe level of non-resolution of the father-daughter relationship was also painful to sit through, if important (I guess?) for plot and story accuracy.