And yet, the more reckless and thoughtless Savannah became, the more I wanted to believe in her. As she confronts her tormentors and faces her ancestor’s abuse, I began to understand her anger. As she tries to support her mother and works to become reacquainted with old friends, I wanted her to embrace her anger. And as she fought to break the curse that had haunted her family for generations, I felt her desperation and her need to do everything and anything that could work or lead to a solution.
In the end, I may not have liked Savannah or even agreed with her, but I understood her. I appreciate the story Watson told and felt the anger and power behind her words. Deceptively simple, there’s a true complexity of emotion behind everything that happens, and it was a refreshing change of setting from any contemporary fantasy I’ve read before. I would love to return to this world and these characters – one book is not enough.