Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Release Date: May 1st, 2012
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy
Source: I received and ARC from the
publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Secrets of the sea have never been sexier than this. Ever since the death of her parents, Miranda has lived on Whym Island, taking comfort in the local folklore, which claims a mysterious sea witch controls the fate of all on the island and in its surrounding waters. Sometimes it’s just easier to believe things are out of your control. But then a terrible boating accident takes the lives of several of her friends, and Miranda is rescued by a mysterious boy who haunts her dreams. Consumed by guilt from the accident, she finds refuge in late-night swims—and meets Christian, a boy who seems eerily familiar, but who is full of mystery: He won’t tell her where he is from, or why they can only meet at the beach. But Miranda falls for him anyway…and discovers that Christian’s secrets, though meant to protect her, may bring her nothing but harm. Seductive and compelling, Wrecked brings a contemporary, paranormal twist to a classic enchanting tale.
So, this book and I are not friends. I’m going to try and be as tactful as possible here, but it’s hard. I pretty much hated this book with every bone in my body. There were many, many technical issues, but aside from that, I also hated the characters and the story. It’s hard to write a review when you have no kind words for the book at all. But I will do the best that I can.
Let’s start with the writing. It was all telling. Well, mostly. It felt like a summary of events rather than a story. Not only was the writing really amateurish, but there were consistency issues. And they were really bad ones. And I hope to god they are fixed before this book goes to print. Christian saw Coral’s yacht twice. For the first time. I won’t quote it because it’s an arc and can still be fixed, but you cannot see the same boat for the first time, twice. Christian also showed his brother the same book of matches for the first time, twice. The first time Valentine shrinks back, afraid of the fire. The second time Christian whips them out and tries to explain what he is going to do. It’s just lazy writing. And bad editing. I haven’t seen plot holes that large in ages.
The characters and character motivations were just ridiculous and made no sense. First of all, Miranda. Grow a backbone and stand up for yourself, girl. Every other character except Christian was out-of-control mean to her. And I get why they are upset. She was driving in a boat accident that killed four people. But the key word here is ‘accident’. She didn’t mean it and yet these people are blaming her and bullying her for something she had no control over. And some of the things they say and do to her get pretty revolting. No one seems to remember she lost 4 friends and her boyfriend is in a coma, dying. She also got injured. But they hate on her and ostracize her and her grandmother continues to put her through it by forcing her to go to school and visit Fletch in the hospital. Fletch’s parents are horrible individuals. I know your son is in a coma, but you don’t treat people this way. What is wrong with you? And I guess that’s my point. The characters’ actions are completely unrealistic. Real people with beating hearts would not act this way.
And then there was the love story. Or rather, the puke story. Seriously. Call me mean if you want, but these two were nauseating. This time I will quote. Because some of this dialogue is utterly ridiculous. And I know it’s not coming out before editing.
Miranda: “You could have left. If I was swimming, and I saw a boat on fire, I don’t think I’d save anyone,” Miranda admitted. Wait. What? She’d leave people dying on a fiery boat and swim away? WTF is this?
And then there is this scene. It’s so corny. I mean…REALLY corny.
“Happy birthday,” Miranda said. It was so weird, the way their conversations constantly jumped all over the map. It was like then the radio played on the boat. Sometimes, there’s be crystal clear reception, only to be interrupted by static. Then, seconds later, clear reception again.
“Thanks,” Christian smiled.
“Did you get everything you wanted?” Miranda leaned in toward him, aware that she was acting supremely out of character. But that was okay. She didn’t want to act like herself anymore. “Or did you want this?” she asked, heart pounding against her chest as she kissed him. First of all, the writing is terrible. Second of all, GROSS. That is nauseating. For real.
Deep thoughts with Miranda: He’s just a friend. It’s not a big deal, she reminded herself. She glanced over. Christian’s jaw was set, and he was staring straight ahead, as if he were frightened. Who was she kidding? Of course he wasn’t just a friend. They’d kissed. Her heart sped up whenever she saw him. She knew his collar bones sloped slightly before ending in his surprisingly sharp shoulder blades, concealed under just the right layer of muscle. And yet… Hold the phone. You know how his collar bone slopes? And that his shoulder blades are sharp? Listen. I’ve been with Dan for 7 years and I don’t even pay attention to his shoulder blades and collar bones. Ridiculous. And the writing? Kill me now.
At one point I laughed out loud because Miranda ordered a medium pizza in a bar and didn’t tell the waitress what toppings she wanted on it. That might be some vital information that was missing there. She could bring you a medium pizza with anchovies, after all.
I’ve got one more for you. This is some brilliant description. *Hint: sarcasm*
Coral led Miranda to the living quarters of the ship. In contrast to the deck, which had seemed so expansive, the actual living quarters were cozy. The furniture was heavy, dark wood and blue velvet coverings, and Miranda felt like she’d taken a step back in time. None of the surroundings matched Coral’s whimsical, bohemian personality. The room felt stuffy, and Miranda found herself having a difficult time catching her breath. Did you notice it? Answer this question. How can a room be cozy AND stuffy at the same time? Hint: it can’t.
Truthfully, that’s only the beginning. But why even bother? You can clearly see all that is wrong by reading those quotes. And I’m not even going to bother to remark on the creepy instalove. Or the slut-shaming that happened in the opening pages. Just…make up your own mind. But I wouldn’t recommend reading this one to my worst enemy. Lazy writing gets an automatic one star from me. Sorry. This book was terrible.
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