The problem with this book is that it’s not real.
Juliet Marillier is my arch-nemesis and main rival. We’ve been competing against each other for the coveted title of #1 most followed Australian for awhile now. The battle has been vicious. The competition fierce.
Okay, maybe she’s not as “aware” of this competition as I am… so what if it appears that she’s almost never even ON Goodreads and by all accounts may actually have forgotten that she has a GoodReads? It still counts as a competition, right?
But since I’ve beaten her three weeks in a row, I feel confident that I can once again read her books.
This was a mistake. My jealousy only makes me hate her more. Because this book was fantastic, fantabulous, fantasmagorical.
Recipe for a Juliet Marillier book:
3 parts brilliant written prose
2 parts whimsical fancy
1 awesome female protagonist
1 can of whoop-arse
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I doubt anybody does magical faery realms and myth retellings with the style, flair and gothic majesty of Juliet Marillier.
I strongly recommend this book to anybody with an inner child and a desire to have their mind blown.
