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A review by harasnicole
Anatomy by Dana Schwartz
2.0
So, going back and reading the synopsis again, this last sentence really stuck out to me:
"Hazel and Jack work together to uncover the secrets buried not just in unmarked graves, but in the very heart of Edinburgh society."
... and I just have to say... They don't do this at all. They don't investigate anything until it's staring them right in their face. Jack notices his friend has gone missing and brings it up once, and then we go further into the book without mentioning Munro again until he shows up at Hazel's doorstep. The corpse with the sewn eyelids? We don't hear about that again unless it's Jack or Hazel remembering their first kiss. They don't investigate shit.
And yet, that's exactly what Hazel does once you get roughly 85% of the way through the book. Instead of sitting her physicians examination, she sees something shady going around the corner into the surgical theater and decides to play the hero detective, just completely abandoning her entire book's quest to become a surgeon that she somehow thinks will just automatically happen if she passes the exams, like she's not living in 1817 Scotland.
And then, AND THEN, literally in, like, the last chapter or two, we get introduced to MAGIC by way of IMMORTALITY? Since WHEN?
To think that I was so interested in reading this one because it was kind of giving me Stalking Jack the Ripper vibes, only... not. This was gearing up to be a solid 3-star read for me, and then the final chapters happened with the big confrontation and the fighting and immortality and Jack being framed for a bunch of murders because Bernard Almon-douche was pissed that his "future bride" was in love with someone else. Cry me a river.
"Hazel and Jack work together to uncover the secrets buried not just in unmarked graves, but in the very heart of Edinburgh society."
... and I just have to say... They don't do this at all. They don't investigate anything until it's staring them right in their face. Jack notices his friend has gone missing and brings it up once, and then we go further into the book without mentioning Munro again until he shows up at Hazel's doorstep. The corpse with the sewn eyelids? We don't hear about that again unless it's Jack or Hazel remembering their first kiss. They don't investigate shit.
And yet, that's exactly what Hazel does once you get roughly 85% of the way through the book. Instead of sitting her physicians examination, she sees something shady going around the corner into the surgical theater and decides to play the hero detective, just completely abandoning her entire book's quest to become a surgeon that she somehow thinks will just automatically happen if she passes the exams, like she's not living in 1817 Scotland.
And then, AND THEN, literally in, like, the last chapter or two, we get introduced to MAGIC by way of IMMORTALITY? Since WHEN?
To think that I was so interested in reading this one because it was kind of giving me Stalking Jack the Ripper vibes, only... not. This was gearing up to be a solid 3-star read for me, and then the final chapters happened with the big confrontation and the fighting and immortality and Jack being framed for a bunch of murders because Bernard Almon-douche was pissed that his "future bride" was in love with someone else. Cry me a river.