As someone who loves Christmas and enjoys some good Christmas movies, I've never been into Christmas books. This one did not change my mind. This reads like the kind of fanfiction I'm not personally into and I got a bit bored. LOVE these characters, but I gotta admit, Rhys and Feyre are super boring when they're just in love and not fighting together. Which would be great if they were my real life friends, but ugh, wasn't interested. Some interesting world building bits, but I kept finding myself flipping to the teaser for ACOSF which was WAY more intriguing than The Christmas Special.
The first section of the book is truly fantastic. Fred is such a creepy wonderfully crafted character, I loved being in his head even as he terrified and disgusted me.
Miranda? What a horrid character. A 19 year old art student, one of his worst creations in any time period. I hated being in her head. I hated her faux intellectual ideals. I hated her borderline grooming relationship with GP. I wanted her free but far FAR away from me. I can't bring myself to care about this woman at all, and the more I hear her be so damned snobbish about everyone and everything the less I like her.
The stilted prose was getting in the way of enjoying the story. But it was compelling enough that I decided to come back and finish it. The pacing is weird and all over the place, and the ending was rushed. But I did like the darker, grimier portrayal of Mary's affairs with kings, and loved her time with French Queen Mary. It's also kind of interesting reading a Mary Boleyn book that isn't a covert Anne book. Anne's barely in this one.
I feel like the ending invalidates any point the author was trying to make and relegates it all to grimdark “we live in a society” bullshit.
The first half was a convincing enough metaphor for capitalism. The midpoint twist was confusing and meandering. And the ending was a flaccid mess.
I feel like at some point this book just was gross for the sake of being gross.