The King of Bones and Ashes

I never thought that I would find finishing a book set in New Orleans, with a story that includes witches and voodoo traditions and everything such a chore...And yet, it happened. I prompted myself to finish it, I even bribed me with chocolate and ice cream and it was painful. And sad. And it lasted for about two months and a half. And not even watching Clayne Crawford in ‘‘Lethal Weapon'' could make me feel better...

I won't occupy your time with long paragraphs. All the problems I faced with this novel have been described in wonderful reviews. The issues started fairly early and everything went downhill from the sixth, seventh chapter. There was little to no development. The characters were utterly ludicrous with the exception of Alice that was drowned in the sea of indifference. The dialogue was mediocre, at best, and I felt as if I was watching a teen TV series with witches and vampires. Since I don't watch those, the book was not for me. I thought I would love it because I love New Orleans and witches but this novel had very little to give me. Almost nothing apart from a handful of beautiful New Orleans descriptions.

I know many readers enjoyed this one. Many others didn't and it is sad to say that I fall into the second category...

Many thanks to 47North and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange of an honest review.