
I had high hopes for Holly Black's White Cat. Unfortunately these hopes faded away within a chapter and there are a few contributing factors for my utter dislike of this book.
Firstly, before reaching White Cat, I had read three amazingly crafted stories back to back, and I suppose my luck had to run out at some point.
Secondly, I think the text itself has been categorized wrongly. I don't believe this to be an adult novel. I know Young Adult and Children's books can be read by adults; but you'll find that the author either has a style that can transcend those classifications or has a great story to tell. Black may have added a few adult themes to her story but the writing style itself is what I would identify as a core problem. Childlike with plenty of needless repetition, whole paragraphs that had appeared only a page before, seemed to be there to tot up the word count.
Another fatal flaw was the story. It was so transparent I had figured out the entire plot within fifty pages, I kept waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under my feet but it never came. There was never any urgency and I never felt anything for the characters. Mostly I felt I wasted my time, and a slot on my 3-for-2, but was very glad I didn't buy the sequel.
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