It's one of my pet peeves when authors try to mask a lack of things happening/plot with the use of pretty words.

It was kind of a combination of the two.įirstly, there is literally no story for the first half of the book, and even when the story emerges, it is incredibly confusing. So maybe you will like this more if you enjoyed We Were Liars, which was just a 3-star read for me, or The Accident Season (2 stars). It has the same use of repetition and metaphors as Lockhart's work. I could feel the blackness breathing, panting, panting, the dark, the dark, the dark.' It was thick as drying blood, so thick I could have held it in my hands, if they were free, palms filled with it. Some reviewers are comparing it to the style of We Were Liars, which I can definitely see: But, the problem is that I love poetic prose to a certain extent, though not when I feel the metaphors and language aim to cover up a case of not much happening.

My first thoughts were positive and something along the lines of: I am going to love this. In Wink Poppy Midnight, the writing is the novel's strongest point, offering up a weird mystery in a style that feels as whimsical and enticing as magical realism. At one point, I thought I was getting it, but then… huh?

There would be wolves and tricks and lies and cunning and vengeance in our story. 'We were like the three Fates, weaving the story together, threads of gold, red, and midnight blue.

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