Book #56: The Wood Queen, by Karen Mahoney
Aug. 9th, 2012 07:40 pmI really enjoyed this book a lot, except for a tiny bit in the middle and the end where it spiraled into "Harry Potter and the Order of the People Who Don't Talk To Each Other Because That Would Make It Too Easy". That said, at least Donna acknowledges that she probably should talk to people, and then does actually talk to them, but it's the GROWN-UPS who don't, and *headdesk*.
Anyway, the important thing is that Donna Underwood is AWESOME, and her best friend is AWESOME, and her boyfriend is...well, not QUITE awesome, but that's only because he's double majoring in Mysterious, so he couldn't take all his AWESOME classes this semester. He's still pretty cool, though, and at one point he takes the opportunity to be That Guy, which is always a sure way into my heart. I really liked finding out more about Donna's family and the Order, and the other Orders. (Who me? Loving secret societies WITHIN SECRET SOCIETIES?)
Also, there were about a million seeds planted for the next book without completely sacrificing the (very important) plot in the middle book, which is always fun.
8.5/10, I think, for being fun and faerie-filled and...man, I hate it when I get trapped in abortive alliterations.
Anyway, the important thing is that Donna Underwood is AWESOME, and her best friend is AWESOME, and her boyfriend is...well, not QUITE awesome, but that's only because he's double majoring in Mysterious, so he couldn't take all his AWESOME classes this semester. He's still pretty cool, though, and at one point he takes the opportunity to be That Guy, which is always a sure way into my heart. I really liked finding out more about Donna's family and the Order, and the other Orders. (Who me? Loving secret societies WITHIN SECRET SOCIETIES?)
Also, there were about a million seeds planted for the next book without completely sacrificing the (very important) plot in the middle book, which is always fun.
8.5/10, I think, for being fun and faerie-filled and...man, I hate it when I get trapped in abortive alliterations.