Publish date: October 11th, 2011
I feel so accomplished. ARC's just make me feel special :3
Now, I'm not familiar with the tale of "Tristan and Isolde." Not at all. I hadn't even known it existed before I read this, so I have no idea if it was a relatively accurate re-telling or not. But let me just say this right now - I didn't like Izzie. And she was the narrator.
Izzie was a good person. And I loved how she told Branna, her best friend, that Romeo and Juliet probably would have ended up hating each other, had they lived, and that you're supposed to fall in love with a real person who has flaws. I really liked her then. And Izzie was a good person - she doesn't ignore her best friend just because she has an amazing boyfriend, she does everything she can to help. But I just didn't like her narration. And of course, once she met Tristan, I liked her even less. She doesn't know anything about him, but she's ridiculously rude?
What bothered me the most about the book was all of the characters, actually. Tristan was a little too odd in the beginning - even though I grew to love him - he was just way too forward with Izzie, and THE WAY HE SPEAKS x__x It shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did, but it did. And Mark, he's so . . . I don't know what Izzie ever saw in him, how she could have dated him for so long. They have no passion, no chemistry. He's sweet when she's in the hospital after an attack, but all Izzie can do is be irritated with him, and that irritated me. And Brana? For most of the book, she didn't seem like a very good friend to me. Not at all.
As for the plot, well, I didn't find very many problems with that. The magic aspect of it wasn't very interesting, but I guess that's because I'm into the more dark and dangerous books when it comes to magic. The secret Izzie's mother was hiding about her magic was interesting.
Although Tristan's sword did seem a bit out of place. Just sayin'.
Overall: 2.5 stars. Not my kind of read, but the writing was solid and there were enough descriptions that I wasn't confused as to who looked like what, like I often am in books.