NOTE: I figured I would write this
one first, so you remember that I don’t always hate books. In fact, it’s not
that I hate books at all. I simply see mistakes and
continuity/editing/story/character/plot/etc. issues that could be fixed if
writers would buckle down, suck it up, and actually set about writing the best
story they possibly could without letting their pride get in the way. And I say
that not with a spirit of judgment, but with a HUGE plate of experience in that
area. I wrote eight manuscripts that got scrapped
because they completely sucked. You know why? My pride got in the way of what
was really supposed to happen, and I could only see where I wanted the story to
go. Only when I let go of myself did God give me the story He wanted me to be
telling. And I’m glad He waited until I got it through my head, because I would
have messed up BIG TIME.
Anyway.
That being said, I want to tell you
about a book that rocked me with so many emotions, I’m really not sure everything
I want to say about it. I don’t know if you remember, but I said in a post
awhile back that I learned a valuable lesson about libraries and why one should
visit them before deciding to buy a book that happens to be very expensive (and
very crappy). I’m looking at YOU, Life of Pi.
(Also, a massive shout-out to my mom
for reminding me that money is valuable, and so are libraries, and the two go
hand in hand for a reason.)
I frequently cruise Amazon looking
for prospective books to check out, and I ran across Poison by Bridget Zinn on there in my suggestions. Now, step one in
deciding a book for me includes research. My research stopped short here,
though, because the author passed away before her book got published. (Which
also happens to be the point where my emotional maelstrom starts for this
book.) I thought, “What? She died
before it was published??? No! That’s awful! I MUST READ THIS BOOK FOR HER
SAKE.”
The description also had a couple of
effects on me. At first, I thought it would be some other fantasy story that
really was all, “Oh, yeah, it’s fantasy. Great.” However, it’s rare that I’ve
come across a female MC that’s a potions master exclusively before being all “I’m
a princess,” or “I’m a magician,” or whatever. You know, the
kind of plot point that makes it mushy and crap. *rolls eyes, sighs, and sits
down for an annoying ride*
Kyra, our FMC, is a normal girl. She’s
a potions master. She’s strong, she’s smart, and she kicks serious rear.
The other fantasy point that I liked about this is that it goes into
the genre without being extremely over the top. Now, I’m not talking Tolkien or
Lewis; they’re worlds are purposefully built where everything interconnects,
everything has a purpose, everything makes sense
while remaining wonderfully abstract and fantastical. I’m talking Avatars: So This is How It Ends by Tui
T. Sutherland, or Dust by Arthur
Slade, or The Time Travelers by Linda
Buckley-Archer. All of which are
incredibly, presumptuously full of crap. Seriously. I deleted the review
for the first one because it was too snarky, and I didn’t review the other two
because I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to do so.
Poison
sends them to the cleaners. Within the first chapter this book made me smile.
Not an oh-hey-that’s-cute smile, but more of a this-is-terribly-promising
smirk, showing teeth and all. The story moves really quickly, and while if
paced incorrectly this could be bad, Poison
has enough content to make everything important. Because everything is. When
Kyra and Fred get caught by the witch, the scene not only clues us in to some
very important points (without one, the plot never would have happened in the
first place), and shows our characters to be worth their mettle.
And speaking of characters, not only
are the names fantasy-worthy and easy
so as not to be ridiculous (lookin’ at YOU, The Hunger Games), the characterizations themselves stick to their trueness, even
through all the growth that happens. For example, Kyra doesn’t want to be
caught up in a relationship, so she ditches Fred (short for Frederick). She
ditches him a lot. And every time
they meet up again, you get the hint that maybe
Fred’s caught on to her secret, but you can’t exactly be sure. He puts on a
good show of “not knowing” when he needs to and when he finds out that
***SPOILER ALERT*** Kyra’s innocent and the princess isn’t dead, his reaction
was genuinely funny. Fred’s genuinely
a good guy, with a lot of great facets and nothing stereotypical. Kyra
describes him as being beautiful, but that’s really the only descriptive word I
found that would irritate me; not exclusively, mind you, but I recently read a
book that was so clichéd I felt like I was gonna throw my Kindle across the
room.
Fred isn’t the only character that
defies stereotypes. Kyra is strong and smart, and when she can take care of
herself she’s not prideful to the point of being an immature little brat. She
claims her independence with a bloodied flag and stands upon the hill,
displaying her wounds as trophies. Rosie, her pig, is adorable beyond proper
comparison, and Ariana took the tomboy princess stereotype and gave it attitude instead of trying to stand out
by being aggravating and pushy.
Sure, the villain was a bit typical,
but overall I really can’t complain. The twists and turns did leave me doubling
back over previous guesses, and the obvious clues I overlooked were huge hints
that made me have the right guess one minute, then second-guess the next. The plot to overthrow the kingdom was expected;
the way it was done wasn’t.
Small details that needed polishing
can be overlooked because this was Zinn’s first novel and the plot was really good. Her technicalities would
have gotten better to the point of nonexistence had she lived to write another.
I can’t in good conscience point my finger. And I can’t, anyway, because I
liked this book so much, after reading it in a day and a half, the next week I bought
my own copy, book-plated it, and stuck it on my shelf.
Rarely do I find myself sitting back
in satisfaction at the end of a book. If I do with restlessness, I attribute
the itch not to poor writing, but to a story so compelling I yearn for the next
book. (Divergent, that’s you.) However,
few standalones cause me to sit back, grin, and sigh with satisfaction (like
Julie Klassen’s The Tutor’s Daughter).
Poison was one of these books. In
fact, I haven’t even found any pictures to illustrate my points. I think the
story, and the cover, speak for themselves in every way possible. I felt satisfaction and so much
more.
At the beginning of the post, I told
you that this book caused me a maelstrom in my center. The center of gravity is
that Bridget Zinn did not live to bring us anymore stories of such caliber. The
fact that she left us so early is an ache I cannot fully describe and a grief I
have encountered few times before. Her book immortalizes her, and if she was
anything like her manuscript—funny at all the right moments, charming,
out-of-the-box, adventurous—then the world has lost a dear and blessed soul. I
want to send a thank you to everyone who helped pull this book together in her
absence. You’ve done her an amazing justice. Thank you.
Poison
by Bridget Zinn gets 20 flipped pages out of 10.
