✰ 2.25 stars ✰
“You see the world in a way nobody else does. You’re better than all of them.’ He rested his forehead against mine, fingers knotting in my tousled hair. ‘Because you don’t need a Blessing to be a miracle.”
I do appreciate how aptly titled Voyage of the Damned proved to be - nothing like a little blood and gore to show just how adult a book can be. Also, does the usage of foul and crude language serve as an example of it being a book targeted for older readers? When it, in fact, does seem more like a YA? 🙅🏻♀️ I was teetering between these two options, along with the vast usage of long-winded names that made it harder for me to pay attention to Pissfish, sorry, I mean, Dee's conflict. It had the making of a good idea, which sadly, became a lost cause - no, let me amend that. It started off rather weakly. I was not feeling it; when it became a murder mystery and Dee paired off with one of the likely targets, I started to get into it. Then, something happened that upset me so much that I lost any forgiving thought I may have nurtured for it. It was not only a bad tactic, it completely discredited so much of whatever Dee had already experienced that all previous appreciation faded away completely. 🙎🏻♀️
“I have felt their judgement burn into me with every disapproving glare and barbed word for the past decade. And now they have finally been given a way to wield it.”
‘You’re a strange man, Ganymedes Piscero’, or Dee as he preferred to be called, did not grow on me - but, his character did have some personal growth. From one who was so determined not to be under the investigative scrutiny of his fellow Blessed, it was his determination to protect those closest to him, and inadvertently, himself, that pushed him to find out who was behind the nefarious danger he and his fellow comrades were facing. ‘Worse – you’re a good person. An actual good person. That is what makes you boring.’ He had the potential to be an agreeable kind of protagonist that you would like, but his attitude and behavior was so unpleasant right from the start - that even as he was pushing for others to dislike him, he, in turn, made the readers, meaning me, dislike him, too. 😕 'I’m going to create a scene so explosive it’ll be enough to sink this magnificent vessel.' There should have been a dividing factor between his personality and the one he was channeling to be at odds with everyone, so that you could see the good in him that he might have had. 🤷🏻♀️
What it failed to deliver was the locked-room mystery, the whodunit compulsion to keep you speculating who really was the guilty party. It's not that we were even provided context clues to figure it out on our own, it was that Dee wasn't even doing maximum effort to figure it out. 'Murder is an effective way to keep your secrets safe.' Rather each culprit was approaching him with the desire to gain something in order to provide him with the information he's looking for! 🙄 That just feels like such a lazy approach to what makes a good mystery! My frustration increased tenfold when the body count of deaths steadily rose as time inched closer to their eventual arrival at their intended destination. Another factor that hindered my full attention was the intensive names thrown at you, right at the start. Names that in the end did not hold any real function and worse when you have abstract names paired with simple names that just becomes an eventual eyesore. 😵💫
“I’m not afraid of it because I’m afraid of drowning. I’m afraid that if I go beneath the surface, I won’t want to come back up.
And I do not break promises.”
It was not entirely a pleasant read, as it was only my eager curiosity to know who truly was behind it all that kept me going till the end. There were some cute moments that Dee shared with certain characters that made me smile. 🥺 I hoped that whatever I was rooting for would actually come to light and there was some saving grace to this voyage of the damned - no, like, seriously, it was a lot of bloodshed. But, then the plot twist happened - and it soured my mood beyond recognition. ☹️ 'I realized then there was one person who cared if I lived. One sweet boy who would cry if I died.' You might think I'm never one to shy from details, but for this one I think it's best if I'll just keep silent about it, that felt like such a waste of breath. 😮💨
Everything that happened in between showed just how ineffective all of Dee's thoughts and feelings till that time were null and void. It felt like such a visceral slap that regardless of whatever heartwarming tender moments that took place after only incensed me further. I mean, Goodness knows Chapter 18 was so very sweet, I really liked where it was going! 😫 But then, it happened and I just felt like it was such a disservice of the potential of what it could have been rather than what path it chose to take. Frustrated fuming would probably be the correct way of describing it, but, alas, no dnf in sight for this forgiving soul. 😔
The supporting cast bore a striking resemblance to Fruits Basket how they were affiliated with various animals and endowed with certain powers - 'the double-edged sword of a Blessing' that made them important persons to their respective provinces. ‘How in the Goddess’s blessed name does a boy grow up amongst this shower of bastards and not loathe a single one of them?’ Yet, they were so very detestable and quarrelsome and loathsome to one another that I don't think anyone even minded in the slightest for all the attacks taking place on their lives! 😒
I appreciated that there was a slight attempt to highlight how discrimination between power and status can lead to a destructive path and how it is worsened when outside parties decide for themselves what the necessary course of action is. I just didn't think any of the characters were even redeemable enough to care about their wellbeing; there was only one or two really fully fleshed friendships that stood out and even then it wasn't enough to really hold my attention. It pains me to be so harsh on a debut novel, but if the writing just doesn't work, it's only fair to at least explain why it was. 🙍🏻♀️