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I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me
by Jamison Shea
It’s not this book, it’s me.
Going into this already captured by the synopsis and charmed all the way to hell by the cover, I had expected a thrilling, twisted tale of corruption and obsession, a villain’s original story, so to speak. One that is soaked with blood and riddled with sacrifices. One that revolves around one of the most coveted, highly exclusive, and demanding forms of art - the ballet. One that delves into the gilded glory of the stages and all the darkness lurked behind the lush velvet curtain... I had hoped for another book, essentially.
The plot focused more on Laure’s, our protagonist, journey to ruination and her connection with the ancient river that led her there rather than her devotion to the art she claimed to be nothing without and yet betrayed her times and again, to the point of turning her the very thing they accused her of being, the thing that ruined them all. I wouldn’t despite the constant paragraphs describing the rage rising deep within her whenever Acheron flowed through her bloodstream so much if the results, i.e. everything that happened at the ballet wasn’t portrayed so listlessly, unconvincingly, almost half-heartedly. Every moment seemed to be told to me, even when Laure was actively dancing, rather than shown to me. All the so-called life-changing, important performances were so rushed they gave me whiplashes.
True to the synopsis, the pacing was slow. Expecting that, I still held on to the hope that the ending would tie everything together and finish the book with a bang, making the journey worthwhile. Instead, till the very last pages, the book still focused way too much on the river and Laure’s relationships with the people around her (while not entirely successful in hitting those marks either), making the last act an immersive letdown. Already not a fan of the title shoehorned into the book, this particular one actually made me roll my eyes.
Don’t even get me started on Laure’s nonexistent character development (or should I say regression ?!). Her entire emotional journey was so flat, the final scene between her and Coraline pissed me off a little.
Urgh, I wanted to like this book so badly. Despite all these harsh words, I didn’t hate it either, I just barely felt anything for or about Laure, that’s all… My hope flew too close to the sun and got barbecued, essentially.
Going into this already captured by the synopsis and charmed all the way to hell by the cover, I had expected a thrilling, twisted tale of corruption and obsession, a villain’s original story, so to speak. One that is soaked with blood and riddled with sacrifices. One that revolves around one of the most coveted, highly exclusive, and demanding forms of art - the ballet. One that delves into the gilded glory of the stages and all the darkness lurked behind the lush velvet curtain... I had hoped for another book, essentially.
The plot focused more on Laure’s, our protagonist, journey to ruination and her connection with the ancient river that led her there rather than her devotion to the art she claimed to be nothing without and yet betrayed her times and again, to the point of turning her the very thing they accused her of being, the thing that ruined them all. I wouldn’t despite the constant paragraphs describing the rage rising deep within her whenever Acheron flowed through her bloodstream so much if the results, i.e. everything that happened at the ballet wasn’t portrayed so listlessly, unconvincingly, almost half-heartedly. Every moment seemed to be told to me, even when Laure was actively dancing, rather than shown to me. All the so-called life-changing, important performances were so rushed they gave me whiplashes.
True to the synopsis, the pacing was slow. Expecting that, I still held on to the hope that the ending would tie everything together and finish the book with a bang, making the journey worthwhile. Instead, till the very last pages, the book still focused way too much on the river and Laure’s relationships with the people around her (while not entirely successful in hitting those marks either), making the last act an immersive letdown. Already not a fan of the title shoehorned into the book, this particular one actually made me roll my eyes.
Don’t even get me started on Laure’s nonexistent character development (or should I say regression ?!). Her entire emotional journey was so flat, the final scene between her and Coraline pissed me off a little.
Urgh, I wanted to like this book so badly. Despite all these harsh words, I didn’t hate it either, I just barely felt anything for or about Laure, that’s all… My hope flew too close to the sun and got barbecued, essentially.