Thursday, March 28, 2013

Fatal Circle (Persephone Alcmedi, #3) by Linda Robertson

Fatal Circle, the third novel in the Circle books by Linda Robertson, didn’t work for me.  First, there is no way at all that this book would be even remotely comprehensible if you have not read the first two books in the series.  While Robertson does try to fill you in on the events of the last book, I think that it is impossible to catch up with just the summary.
Seph agrees to enter the vampires’ territory to prevent a war with the fairies.  This causes her to be bindspoken by her coven—basically to become persona non grata.  

Unfortunately, this is about all that I understood from this book.  The first half of the book seemed extremely slow to me, even though there were patches of goodness along the way.  This, I guess, is what bugged me about this book.  I would be coasting along, understanding everything fully engaged, and then—WHAM!  I would read a couple of pages and have no idea what was going on.  The relationships of the supernatural beings were confusing.  Robertson has this tendency to start writing like a Witchcraft for Dummies book.   Then, a few pages later, the book would be back on an even keel, I would read thirty pages more, and then—WHAM!  It would happen again.
 But the time I got halfway through, I didn’t care anymore about what was going on with Seph, Johnny, and Menessos.  Fatal Circle just felt like work to read.  I can’t even say that I understand how the problem with the fairies ended.  It all happened so fast.  The final conflict happened in less than ten pages.
I am hoping that the next entry in the series works out better for me.  I do enjoy this fantasy world, but a tighter plot, the return of funny characters (where was Nana?), and more action would go a long way toward making me enjoy the Circle world.
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.  Regina

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