I feel overwhelmingly mid about this book. And honestly there’s no better way to sum up my thoughts.

Quicksilver follows Saeris Fane who lives in poverty in a desert kingdom. When she commits a heist that quickly goes wrong, she somehow manages to over a gateway that should have been sealed forever and finds herself transported to a new land she could never have dreamt of.

It sounds really promising, right? I’ve heard so many mixed reviews that I finally ended up buying into the hype now that Brimstone (book 2) is released and picking it up. And I kind of regret it. According to my Kindle, this book is 609 pages long. And I’m going to remember very little from it in a few days. Not because I didn’t absorb the story while reading it, but because I have no strong feelings about anything that happened in this story and it’s really, really forgettable.

I know it’s not the popular opinion, but I just didn’t care. It was fine as far as books go where you’re reading just to see what other people care so much about but you don’t actually care about.

I’ll give it some credit though. The ending was interesting. Reveals happen. It’s all very dramatic. The book ends on a cliffhanger. The last 20 pages had me intrigued.

But overall it just wasn’t worth the almost 600 pages of me not caring for the 20 pages I was really invested in and I will not be continuing this series.

WOW. Don't hate me, but I hated this.

I don't mean to yuck anyone's yum, and I can see the appeal of viewing this like a day time soap opera, but truly - I found nothing about this novel to be worth while. The characters are all insufferable and that insufferableness doesn't serve a purpose. The constant violence and abuse is so normalized it also fails to make a commentary. No greater message is delivered, no shining beauty is outlined in the midst of the suffering, nor is there any meaningful hope to be found. Nor is the "love" love; it is toxic and possessive and poisonous and often wildly inappropriate.

I do truly understand that sometimes life just sucks, and there are an abundance of people who only live in misery begot by misery begot by misery. I want more from my books, though. I want a clarion call, a seed to nurture, anything to make wading through a litany of melancholy to be worth it. Emily Bronte offers us no such thing in Wuthering Heights and I (respectfully) genuinely do not understand why so many people love this or why it's an enduring classic. 😭