Wren
It’s really not my fault I was raised by supervillains.
This is the first book I’ve read by Alice Winters, but she’s been recommended to me a lot, usually as an author you need when you’re after a mindless fun time, and so that time has come. This was indeed a fun read, though it’s not the kind of humor I often vibe with—it’s just so silly. Today I vibed with it enough to finish the book in practically a single sitting, though. The deeply unserious banter and ridiculous events piling up is a great combo for when you just want to unwind.
I will say that alongside all the silliness, there were some practically poignant moments related to family and identity, and in the second half of the book, all the fun nonsense somehow crystallized into a pretty decent superhero comic-style plot with actual stakes and consequences. All of that happened without losing the general silly comedy vibe for more than a minute, which is, come to think of it, a pretty cool accomplishment.
I just wish Balzac the adorable ugly cat had an easier time here. The poor thing was introduced nearly suffocating and then kept getting grabbed, carried to loud places, and otherwise stressed. It was all played for laughs and the cat was always saved and cuddled at the end, but I’m a cat person. I was worried for the kitty.
I’m not sure if I want to continue with this series in particular, but I’ll keep the author on my radar for sure. This is great stuff for bad brain days.
It’s really not my fault I was raised by supervillains.
This is the first book I’ve read by Alice Winters, but she’s been recommended to me a lot, usually as an author you need when you’re after a mindless fun time, and so that time has come. This was indeed a fun read, though it’s not the kind of humor I often vibe with—it’s just so silly. Today I vibed with it enough to finish the book in practically a single sitting, though. The deeply unserious banter and ridiculous events piling up is a great combo for when you just want to unwind.
I will say that alongside all the silliness, there were some practically poignant moments related to family and identity, and in the second half of the book, all the fun nonsense somehow crystallized into a pretty decent superhero comic-style plot with actual stakes and consequences. All of that happened without losing the general silly comedy vibe for more than a minute, which is, come to think of it, a pretty cool accomplishment.
I just wish Balzac the adorable ugly cat had an easier time here. The poor thing was introduced nearly suffocating and then kept getting grabbed, carried to loud places, and otherwise stressed. It was all played for laughs and the cat was always saved and cuddled at the end, but I’m a cat person. I was worried for the kitty.
I’m not sure if I want to continue with this series in particular, but I’ll keep the author on my radar for sure. This is great stuff for bad brain days.