And the DNF’s Keep Coming: The Enchantment of Ravens by Margret


A skilled painter must stand up to the ancient power of the faerie courts—even as she falls in love with a faerie prince—in this gorgeous debut novel.

Isobel is a prodigy portrait artist with a dangerous set of clients: the sinister fair folk, immortal creatures who cannot bake bread, weave cloth, or put a pen to paper without crumbling to dust. They crave human Craft with a terrible thirst, and Isobel’s paintings are highly prized. But when she receives her first royal patron—Rook, the autumn prince—she makes a terrible mistake. She paints mortal sorrow in his eyes—a weakness that could cost him his life.

Furious and devastated, Rook spirits her away to the autumnlands to stand trial for her crime. Waylaid by the Wild Hunt’s ghostly hounds, the tainted influence of the Alder King, and hideous monsters risen from barrow mounds, Isobel and Rook depend on one another for survival. Their alliance blossoms into trust, then love—and that love violates the fair folks’ ruthless laws. Now both of their lives are forfeit, unless Isobel can use her skill as an artist to fight the fairy courts. Because secretly, her Craft represents a threat the fair folk have never faced in all the millennia of their unchanging lives: for the first time, her portraits have the power to make them feel.

Source: GoodReads

I was really looking excited to this long weekend because reading time (I mean, hello).  Unfortunately, I ended up picking up some really big dudes this weekend and rather than knocking out four or so books like I hoped, I ended up DNF’ing two books.


An Enchantment of Ravens had been in my shelf for awhile.  I picked it up mostly because after reading A Court of Thorns and Roses I sort of developed a guilty pleasure for fae oriented stories.

Unfortunately, Rogerson’s book was not a guilty pleasure to read.  I will point out for the first fifty or so pages I was pleasantly surprised with the book.  While it was a bit mundane following the typical human girl gets herself entangled into the world of fame plot line that is so familiar with these books, the writing was engaging enough.  And then came the insta love.

And when I mean insta love, I mean insta love.  The characters barely interact and then out of nowhere Isabel proclaims her love for Rook just conveniently before he kidanps her.

And honestly, the kidnapping cam out of nowhere.

The pacing for this book was just as hastily paced as its characterization and needless to say it didn’t work.

Because I am a veteran of reading shitty YA books with shitty love interests, I thought I could continue the book primarily because insta love sometimes doesn’t completely ruin a book.  But the ill pacing kept me from fully engaging with the book.  I just kept feeling like I got whiplash as I tried to figure out what was going on and honestly after awhile I had enough of that.

And even though I was lost in the book, I sort of had a feeling where this book was headed and I was just bored with it and didn’t want to bother finishing it.

It’s a shame.

I really shouldn’t feel that way.

But that’s how I felt.  And I ended up DNF’ing the book because of it.

It sounds really bad, but it’s true.


When it comes down to it, I can’t recommend An Enchantment of Ravens while the beginning of the book might’ve seemed promising, once the romance started the book essentially ended.  If you’re going to have a book about face, actually make them fae.  Don’t make them essentially super hot humans with special powers that fall in love with the otherwise very bland heroine.

Overall Rating: Another DNF.  Oh, well, I can reclaim some  shelf space.


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