Book 1 in the Daevabad Trilogy
Published in 2018 by HarperCollins Australia
2 out of 5 stars
Nahri has never believed in magic. Certainly, she has power; on the streets of 18th century Cairo, she’s a con woman of unsurpassed talent. But she knows better than anyone that the trade she uses to get by—palm readings, zars, healings—are all tricks, sleights of hand, learned skills; a means to the delightful end of swindling Ottoman nobles.
But when Nahri accidentally summons an equally sly, darkly mysterious djinn warrior to her side during one of her cons, she’s forced to accept that the magical world she thought only existed in childhood stories is real. For the warrior tells her a new tale: across hot, windswept sands teeming with creatures of fire, and rivers where the mythical marid sleep; past ruins of once-magnificent human metropolises, and mountains where the circling hawks are not what they seem, lies Daevabad, the legendary city of brass?a city to which Nahri is irrevocably bound.
In that city, behind gilded brass walls laced with enchantments, behind the six gates of the six djinn tribes, old resentments are simmering. And when Nahri decides to enter this world, she learns that true power is fierce and brutal. That magic cannot shield her from the dangerous web of court politics. That even the cleverest of schemes can have deadly consequences.
After all, there is a reason they say be careful what you wish for . . .
I received a copy of this book from Harper Collins Australia in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my thoughts on the book itself.
Now, over at Bookstagram, I had seen this book floating around, and I must say it is something that intrigued me, so when I was offered a chance to review this piece, I was excited.
However, my experience reading this one was not as nearky enjoyable as I hoped; whilst the writing was at times, gloriously vivid, there were times when I felt like the characters and their interactions got bogged down in the description of what was going on, rather than show what was happening. I also felt like there was too much world and word building; I honestly felt like the author was trying to do too much as once; and I confess I definitely got overwhelmed trying to keep up with the plot, the characters, the settings and the story.
Although there were fleeting moments when I did enjoy the characters interactions, these were minimal, purely because I felt like amist the plot, the characters didn’t have room to grow, both on me and as themselves. I found their conversation to be repetitive and their interactions to be borderline immature at times, not to mention unrealistic. I mean, when Dara and Nahari met, you could tell what was coming, and honestly some of their dialogue made me cringe! And when plot twists came about, they were so random and sudden; they made no sense! Therefore I couldn’t allow myself to get caught up in the magic that was this book, purely because I felt like it was lacking…
I’ll leave it there, thank you to Eliza Auld over at Harper Collins Australia for organising a review copy.