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482 pages, Hardcover
First published January 2, 2014
Her aim was so true that each bolt was hit and turned into a boiled beet that exploded all over the cousins. Red pulp splatted into their faces, hung from their hair, and stained their dresses. The other girls couldn’t help but laugh.My gosh, they don't come much sweeter or cozier than this book. If you like your Regency-era light romance seasoned with a dash of witchcraft and mystery, with a delightful trio of female friendship, this will definitely do the trick.
The cousins stood in the middle of the ballroom, dripping vegetable matter and wondering why anyone would want to be a witch in the first place.
A man cantered down the middle of the street on a giant black horse, holding his own head under his arm. The eyes were staring balefully. His cloak billowed from his shoulders and the stump of a neck shadowed the collar of an old-fashioned frock coat. A whip hung from his belt, knotted and white, and made from a length of human spine. More bones were knotted into the horse’s mane.Rest assured, I have my criticisms, but there is nothing that I hated about this book.
The sky opened overhead like a broken water jug. Rain pattered over the roof, soaked their dresses and tangled their hair like seaweed. In moments, the gardens were a maze of ruined silk, mud, and slippery stone. A balding duke slid on his perfectly polished shoes right past them and into a hedge. A dowager who usually limped on a diamond-studded cane gathered up her hem and darted over the lawn, her wrinkled knees bare.Needless to say, that was a fucking awesome ball, man!
“Ooof,” Emma wheezed. “Someone’s elbow is taking liberties.”Before they know it, the cousins are plopped into a goblin market, one of them is kidnapped (and forced to walk the plank!). And finally...they end up in the dreaded....finishing school? But not just any finishing school!
“Sorry, sorry.” Gretchen shifted. “But if Penelope’s left foot gets any closer to my cleavage we’ll have to read the banns.”
Penelope squirmed and spat out what felt like a wad of lace. “I sincerely hope that was someone’s petticoat and not a rat,”
“I’m the headmistress here. Welcome to the Rowanstone Academy for Young Ladies.”The cousins learn magic, navigate the treacherous waters of their Season (those pesky boys trying to glare down their gowns are in for a surprise). There are a multitude of problems to be examined and solved, among them...
Emma set her teacup down with a jostle. Tea sloshed over the rim. “I was kidnapped by a finishing school?”
Four: her father was no help at all.Not to mention the mystery of the murdered girls.
Five: she’d grown antlers.
Six: the gates between the living and the dead had been opened.
Seven: which was her fault.
Eight: they needed to be located and locked.
“I wonder where the library is,” Gretchen said.Emma is the main character, the main narrator, and I found her to be a delight. She is not perfectly smart, she loses her focus, she slaps herself when she finds herself thinking of something stupid, and I love her for it. She may be a lady, but she is a strong one; Emma has a considerable amount of inner strength.
“I wonder if there are any handsome young men willing to dance a waltz?” Penelope added hopefully.
“I wonder if we can hide under the tablecloth,” Emma put in.
“I wonder where the library is,” Gretchen said.There is not a lot of complexity to their characters, but they are individually charming. Even the side female characters are not stereotypical snippy bitch tropes, the "mean girls" have a different, caring side to them, too.
“I wonder if there are any handsome young men willing to dance a waltz?” Penelope added hopefully.
“I wonder if we can hide under the tablecloth,” Emma put in.
“Shouldn’t you at least be clutching me out of fear?”Chaming. Sweet. Adorable. Completely cute and inoffensive in every way. Recommended.
She turned to look at him. “Why? I’m not afraid of the dark, Cormac.”
He sighed theatrically. “But girls clutch at me out of fear all the time. Apparently I am a great defender against bees, spiders, moths, and suspicious-looking scones.”
I haven't read any historical fiction in a long time so this felt like a nice breath of fresh air for me. (HAH! See what I did there?) But seriously, this book was adorable. Everyone has said it already but I don't care because it simply is. There's no other word in the dictionary that can suffice. So if you love the adorbs, this book is totally for you. If you don't, this book is still for you. Because I said so. But then you'll all be like
So let me convince you.
Reasons to read A Breath of Frost:
1. The relationships in this book are the highlight. Emma, Gretchen and Penelope are a trio of tightly nit cousins, they recenrly discovered their family lineage of witchcraft after a binding spell was broken, making the cousins now in danger. I love how the three are always looking out for each other and are ready to kick butt at anyone. They were basically triplets, and knew exactly how to lighten each other' mood. For instance:
"He called me fat." [Penelope]
Emma hissed out a breath. "I beg your pardon."
"It's nothing, really." She forced her voice not to wobble. "He embarrassed me, that's all."
"Think how embarrassed he'll be when I wrap his smalls around his fat head."
[...]
"Why does Emma look like she's swollen a bee?" Gretchen asked when her cousins pushed their way toward her.
"Mr. Cohen called Penelope fat," Emma replied.
Gretchen's smile faded. "Did he, now?"
"It's nothing." [Penelope]
"I hope he wakes up swollen like a balloon," Gretchen muttered.
2. There is an extremely likable lead character. We do get to touch in with quite a lot of people's perspectives however the author mainly narrates from Emma's point of view. People steered away from her due to her mother's condition and she did not have much of a significance. Still, she had a bright nature and was eager for adventure, a strong protagonist in and out.
3. There's none of that romance crap. Sure, we have a main focal romance in A Breath of Frost but there's no love triangle, heavy angst or instant-love. There's no irrelevant drama and nothing overly cheesy. The romance is sweet and fluffy, just like this book. While I did not like Cormac at the start--the way Emma had portrayed him made me want to slap him every time he appeared but soon we find out his real intentions and everything makes sense. Cormac had always wanted to do what was right for both of them.
4. The writing transported me back to the 18 hundreds. Man, this lady knows how to write in this time period. She describes everything elaborately--perhaps a little too elaborate at times (it's freaking 500 pages O_O)--Alyxandra knows exactly how to use the English language effectively. Posh, sweet and descriptive, I will be going through to read more of Alyxandra's books because of this. Let me share an example:
Extensive windows and a curved glass ceiling held in the warmth of hundreds of flowers. The marble pathway wound around pots of daffodils, lilac branches in glass vases, and blankets of lilies pressing their white petals against the windows. She tried to see the stars through the ceiling but mist clung to the glass, obscuring the view. Instead, she contented herself with wandering through the miniature jungle, listening to the faint strains of a waltz playing from the ballroom.
It wasn't all she heard.
[and]
The sky opened overhead like a broken water jug. Rain pattered over the roof, soaked their dresses and tangled their hair like seaweed. In moments, the gardens were a maze of ruined silk, mud, and slippery stone.
Tell me your secrets, Alyxandra! How do you write so magnificently?
5. The world building. Along with the writing, it was easy to digest and was not thrown at the readers all in one heap.
So yeah, if you won't read it for the adorbs, read it for those 5 reasons.
The reason why I didn't give this book 5 stars then? I struggled at times in this book due the the length. 500 pages. FIVE HUNDRED OF THEM. This book could have done perfectly well with less. Much less.
I could go on quoting this book for hours but I won't because that would just ruin the enjoyment for everyone else. I highly recommend this book for people who want a good historical fantasy.
Melanie, out.
~Thank you Bloomsbury Australia for sending me this copy!~
Surely, she had priorities and they had nothing to do with the feel of his arms around her.
Girls wearing antlers instead of bonnets probably didn’t get many chances to flirt.
“I’ll be better when I’ve planted my boot up Cormac’s backside,”
“I wonder where the library is,” Gretchen said.
“I wonder if there are any handsome young men willing to dance a waltz?” Penelope added hopefully.
“I wonder if we can hide under the tablecloth,” Emma put in.
“You don’t want the Order of Iron Arses to know your baby sisters saved you”
She tilted her head. “I’m not afraid of the dark, Cormac.”
He sighed theatrically. “But girls clutch at me out of fear all the time. Apparently I am a great defender against bees, spiders, moths, and suspicious-looking scones."
“I suppose it makes a strange sort of sense,” Cormac allowed. “And he did save your life.”
“You both did.”
“You saved yourself just as much.”
For some reason, Cormac kept turning her into an idiot.
And at some point, preferably before it killed her, she would have to remember that he was only kind to her for his own secret.
Cormac just shrugged. He knew better than to say that he found Daphne boring. In fact, he was finding every girl he met who wasn’t Emma, boring. He’d never live it down if word got out. Never mind his friends, his sisters would be merciless. “Any news?” he asked.
“That’s something out of a gothic novel, Em. Well done. Are we tragic and misunderstood, doomed to wander unloved over the moors?”
“What if we don’t want to join witching society?” Gretchen asked. “I don’t like the rules I’ve already got, thanks very much. I’m not keen on learning new ones.”
"Go on, now. It's too nice a day to spend worrying. Have your young man take you out for some ices."
"He's not...,"Emma broke off. "That is..."
Cormac winked at the housekeeper. "I most certainly am her young man."
“You don’t want the Order of Iron Arses to know your baby sisters saved you.”
Emma blinked. "Gretchen?" She could scarcely believe it when both her cousins emerged from the lilac bushes. "Thank God."
"Never mind God," Gretchen muttered. "I'm the one with leaves up her nose."
"Nearly there!" Gretchen said encouragingly. "Try again."
"But don't look down." Penelope said, less encouragingly."You might fall off and break your head open."
"Ooof," Emma wheezed. "Someone's elbow is taking liberties."
"Sorry, sorry." Gretchen shifted. "But if Penelope's left foot gets any closer to my cleavage we'll have to read the banns."
They emerged into a narrow alley between two crooked shops that rose over three stories high, blotting out the sunlight. The cobbles under their feet were marked with symbols. Pomegranates were strung like lamps, crisscrossing over the bridge from the rooftop. They were peeled open in sections, revealing phosphorescent red seeds. Below the red fruit lanterns, the narrow bridge teemed with every creature imaginable, haggling over the tables piled with curiosities.
“I’m the headmistress here. Welcome to the Rowanstone Academy for Young Ladies.”
Emma set her teacup down with a jostle. Tea sloshed over the rim. “I was kidnapped by a finishing school?”
“I wonder where the library is,” Gretchen said.
“I wonder if there are any handsome young men willing to dance a waltz?” Penelope added hopefully.
“I wonder if we can hide under the tablecloth,” Emma put in.
"And why I was abducted," Emma returned with remarkable calm, all things considered.
"Abducted?" Mrs. Sparrow raised an eyebrow. "Don't be silly. You were brought here for your own good."
"Against my own will."
"Sounds like abduction to me," Gretchen added.
Magic and witches and secret societies and murder.
It seemed too odd to be true, and too real to be a delusion.