I’ve started to read a fantasy/YA book called Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros.
I’m not sure I can keep going. I had this feeling around page 10. Then page 11. Then again at page 30, then again at page 80. Obviously I’ve kept going so far, but there are 500+ pages. It’s easy to read, even if it’s really getting up my nose.
Context: Received this book as a we-think-he’ll-like-this purchase from parents last birthday. It’s about teen dragon riders in a merciless academy for teen dragon riders.
The first 10 pages were ruthless in their expositional efficiency at the expense of the present. Every sentence about anything anyone did was immediately matched by one about the past.
Then on page 11, someone winked. You may have read about my winkometer before. The more winks in a book, the worse the book tends to be. (Especially if the world view is that everybody and anybody can and will wink. It’s okay if an individual who winks, winks.) For the record, the Da Vinci Code has the most winks I’ve noted.
The heroine set eyes on the hottest man alive on about page 11. He was her arch enemy. The second hottest man alive was her old friend, but now her teacher.
In this society, they conscript people because the place is under constant gryphon attack. But they’re happy to immediately let 40% of the dragon-rider candidates die when they’re forced to walk along a narrow wall two hundred feet up in the air in howling winds. It’s meant to be like a natural selection for dragon riding, but it just seems like a stupid waste of conscripts. Even Vladimir Putin would make sure these people died on the battlefield.
The heroine survives the wall by starting to shout aloud her learned geographical history of the country, thus giving the reader the full geography exposition in about half a page. In a book I loved, I’d say this was a hilarious and awesome move. But me’n’Rebecca Yarros are on the wrong foot.
Also, the cadets are allowed to kill each other half the time. Feels sloppy, given they also attend finicky military history classes.
Finally, all the higher ups have cool individualistic haircuts. Potentially annoying in itself, but mostly it doesn’t jibe with the worse-than-Full-Metal-Jacket military regime they’re running.
Unfortunately my desire to see what happens next is winning, but I really am gritting my teeth. My lip is raised even as I type this.
-Wade