This is going to be a very long review – I probably shouldn’t even say review. More of a discussion, really, of what I thought about this book and why I was not impressed by it.
The last book that produced such a visceral reaction in me was the latest one in the Strange Angels series. That one, I didn’t complete because well, I disliked it that much. This one I felt compelled to complete because people whose reviews I follow assured me that this book gets better. After completing it, I have come to the conclusion that our tastes differ. A lot.
Anyway, let’s move on to the book. I need to collect my thoughts just a little bit because as I said, there are many things I had issues with.
Let me preface this review by saying that I have read books where the main character is a girl who is written by a guy. A lovely example of one such book where the male author correctly and accurately portrays a female main character is the Bloody Jack series by L. A. Meyer. I understand that this is Mr. Knight’s first novel and with subsequent novels, he will surely hone his craft and improve. That said, I feel that while creating Ashline, Mr. Knight utilized the popular stereotypes that exist about what teenage girls are like instead of creating an original character with whom a reader can empathize. It felt as though Ashline was a caricature of a teenage girl rather than a girl. When you are writing, you need to become the character and this gets really difficult if your character is…so foreign to you. Hey, teenage girls may as well be aliens for all the sense they make sometimes.
The Violence
The book begins with something so stupid that I immediately felt like whacking someone on the head. The scene opens with Ashline engaged in a smackdown with a girl called Lizzie Jacobs who, according to Ashline, “stole her boyfriend.”
Let’s take a moment here, okay?
…
Honey, you can’t steal something that is freely given. Why blame the girl for taking what is offered? THIS is exactly the kind of thing that gets me feminist side roaring. Why doesn’t Ashline confront the cheating boyfriend first before engaging into gratuitous violence with Lizzie? Oh okay, you hit her hard enough that she loses a tooth and then your sister comes in to bang her up some more. And even after ALL THAT, Lizzie comes to your house to get revenge? With two black eyes?
Um. I don’t know about you but realistically? The only place she’d be going is to the doctor to probably spend the next few weeks in the hospital. Why aren’t the police involved? That is assault, you know? And the sister who shows up out of nowhere and then kills Lizzie. Right.
But this is not the only violence there is in the book.
The “gods/goddesses” (more on that later) kill a lot mercenaries who are trying to capture them without showing the least bit of remorse. There’s no sense of horror that they actually took a life – what, these beings don’t feel remorse? Don’t have a conscience?
Let’s talk about Lily and Rolfe. So, from the beginning we are told that Lily is in lurve with Rolfe who likes toying with her but does not want to commit to her.
Nice, huh? But then SOMEHOW Lily becomes the bad guy. Rolfe chooses the much hotter Raja (whose name always gives me pause because in Hindi Raja means King and I’m always thinking it’s a guy but in this instance, the name refers to a girl) and ditches Lily. After sleeping with her, leading her on and we’re supposed to feel bad for Rolfe because Lily attempts to “rape” him. Honestly, this could have been an interesting twist if I wasn’t too busy hating on Rolfe for his assholery.
The Characters
Ashline was unpleasant. She had no depth, no substance to her. Nothing in her that I could relate to or empathize with. She beats up a girl and then starts to judge her sister for doing the same thing. She wasn’t developed at all. Her thoughts, her actions, her justification for her actions… they were all unbelievable. The thing is… she doesn’t reach much like a girl. A teenage girl, I mean. I was one. I know many. I know what I’m talking about. But we’ll get to that when we talk about language.
All other characters were pretty much cardboard cutouts. Ah wait, I felt that the strongest part of the book was when Ade’s “moments” in Haiti were being described. If only the main character of this novel had been a guy… think about how much better it might have been. And the headmistress? There’s a certain distance that a person in authority needs to maintain – the lack of discipline in the school was laughable. The parents were not of much use and in fact, they were shoved to a different coast for most of the story so…
The Language
The dialogue does not sound like exchanges between teenagers – like the way teenagers talk. Especially Ashline’s exchanges with the love interests. I think this book could have done with a better editor who could have pointed out all the things that were unnecessary or sounded artificial.
Ashline’s habit of calling Colt by his last name seems like an affectation and her incessant snarkiness leads the reader to be less forgiving of her. Her moments of remorse or introspection are not convincing because they seem less sincere and more like the lines an actor would speak at a cued moment. Because she is expected to.
But what irritated me most? What annoyed me enough that I wanted to throw the book out and scrub my eyes? I don’t know if it’s just me and my feminism (I refuse to apologise for my feminism, I like it) was how twice (or maybe more) in this book, the word “pussy” was used when a person wanted to say “I’m scared/weak/not good.”
I’m sorry but girls don’t speak like that. One moment.
ARGH.
Okay. Let’s continue. What’s wrong with using “chicken?” Girls, at least the ones I know and I know many, don’t use the word like that. It’s a derogatory term. PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW THIS. It’s not cool, it’s not witty, it’s not entertaining and my opinion of the book sank right down to the gutter and perhaps below ground level after I read this. I can’t fathom any woman being okay with this and if they are, they should not be. Terms like these should NOT be used in daily life, it should NOT be normalized. I don’t understand why the editor/writer thought that it would be okay to use this.
*deep breath*
The Love Interests
The first guy who cheats on her, Rich something. The second one who tries to sex her up, Bobby Jones. The third one she’s in lust with and tries to sex up before burning him. There’s less love and more lust in this book which would have been okay had the lust not been wrapped up prettily as love or well, tried to be wrapped up as love. The third guy, Colt Halliday is an older guy, his age is not mentioned but his actions are enough to colour him some sort of stalker and give you the creepy vibe that does not make Ashline’s proclamations of interest in the dude palatable. Well, not that I cared anymore.
The Mythology
I found this to be confused. The characters in the novel were pretty diverse, hailing from different parts of the world. Obviously reification is not something I veer towards but it was cool to see people from different cultures come together… and then lose whatever they had to become nothing different from anybody else. There’s a Norse God, Egyptian Goddess, Polynesian Goddesses.
A Japanese Goddess. This, I found very interesting. Lily speaks Japanese because she’s half Japanese and has been speaking it her entire life. I didn’t understand why that sentence was important. Or why that fact was important. Did I miss something?
Anyway, the mythology wasn’t compelling. There was a big “so what?” dangling all over the story and the mix-match of various mythologies did nothing except confuse me.
Why is Ashline Polynesian? What was the purpose of this?
I’ll tell you the main reason I wanted to read this book. Because I thought it would be set in Hawaii. I mean, hello, we haven’t had ANY YA books set there or anywhere exotic really. But I thought since we were dealing with a volcanic goddess, we would be somewhere volcanoes are more common.
I’m from Fiji. Not a native but I was born and lived in Fiji for the first seventeen years of my life. My people are not Polynesian but Melanesian (darker skin). However, these are just cosmetic differences and there are certain similarities where lifestyle, theology and philosophy are concerned. They may also have similar Gods and Goddess. Of that, I’m not sure. However, I truly believed I was going to be given a glimpse of that wonderful world and culture that remains largely unexplored in fiction and literature.
Wildefire may have done many things but it failed at the most intrinsic level: to entertain me. It went one step further and offended me. As I said, this is less a review and more of a reaction to the book. I can’t be honest and recommend it to you. But as I always say, make up your own mind.