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352 pages, Paperback
First published October 22, 2013
The stares are agony. People look at me, not as someone they may wish to know, but as a macabre curiosity, a freak that both intrigues and repulses them. Men hold their children tighter, fearing that the rumors may be true, and I have the power to harm their family. Beautiful women glare at me, feeling upstaged by the grandeur of my jewels and dress. The peasants worship or revile me, calling out their well wishes or ill will in equal measures.Recommended for fans of Gail Carson Levine. This was a sweet little read, it feels more middle-grade than YA, despite the romance and the ages of the characters involved.
None of them want to look past the Masked Princess’s costume and see the girl underneath.
I am left alone with the sinking fear that has been my constant companion.Wilha is about to make an very much unwanted marriage to the heir of a rival country, Prince Stefan of Kyrenica. Elara has just been captured by the King's guards. They are about to meet. How are the two girls connected?
Because if my own father refuses to look at me, there must be something horribly wrong with me.
And then Lord Murcendor begins to tell me a tale so unbelievable, I have no doubt it is true.Setting & Plot: Nothing groundbreaking. It is a standard middle grade fantasy without magic. I liked the background given on the history of Galandria. I liked the growing display of prejudice and hate between Galandria and Kyrenica. It was always evident that the countries were on the edge of a very tenuous peace, and the conflict between the country's peoples and their hatred and prejudice among each other were gradually shown throughout the book. Each of the citizens of one country have unbased prejudice against the others, thinking of them as little better than uncivilized savages, dogs, and murderers.
“Would you?” he asks. “If the opal crown was being offered to you?”She is bitter, it's true, and it is completely forgivable. Elara has had a crap life, and I do not begrudge Elara her frustration and anger at the life she has been forced to live. Elara is also understandably angry about what she is forced to do, she is unwilling to participate in a deceit involving Wilha, a girl she sees as weak, spoiled, and spineless. But Elara is a survivor, and she will do what she needs to do to live another day. And she does it so well.
“I would have refused him,” I say. “Galandria has done nothing for me. Let someone else rule this wretched kingdom.”
You cannot know what it was like, being forced to wear the mask.”And to further add to my dislike, at the first chance she's got, she completely ditches Elara and throws her to the wolves.
“Forced?” A sardonic smile twists at her lips. “So they held you down and strapped the mask to your face every day, is that it?”
“Well, no,” I say, frowning, “But—”
“Did they starve you? Threaten to throw you in the dungeon? Lock you in your chambers?”
“No, of course not. But there were so many rumors. Of my ugliness. Of a curse. Even some people in the palace believed them.”
“Some people are idiots,” [Elara] snaps. “So what? You’re not blind, and you own a mirror. Obviously you must have known there was nothing wrong with your face.”
Of all the words in this world, love is the most powerful of them all. It’s a word I can’t say. Not yet, anyway.Overall: Not on the same par as other fantasy middle grade novels, but still highly enjoyable.
Not until I know it comes from the deepest, most sincere place in my heart.