“I used to be one of those girls. The kind who loved to deliver bad news. When I colored my hair, I imagined it seeping into my scalp, black dye pooling into my veins.
But that was the old Lacy. Now, when I cast spells, they are always for good.”
16-year-old Lacy believes that magic and science can work side by side. She’s a botanist who knows how to harness the healing power of plants. So when her father dies, Lacy tries to stay with her step-mother in Chico, where her magic is good and healing. She fears the darkness that her real mother, Cheyenne, brings out, stripping away everything that is light and kind.
Yet Cheyenne never stays away for long. Beautiful, bewitching, unstable Cheyenne who will stop at nothing, not even black magic, to keep control of her daughter’s heart. She forces Lacy to accompany her to Sacramento, and before long, the “old” Lacy starts to resurface.
But when Lacy survives a traumatic encounter, she finds herself faced with a choice. Will she use her powers to exact revenge and spiral into the darkness forever? Or will she find the strength to embrace the light?”
I actually had a hope for this one, I kept my eye on it.
And then I actually read it. Reading it was like this:
Like…..what just happened?
I was reading and reading and reading and I just kept….
Caution: Spoilers Ahead.
I don’t even know where to start. How about her cultural appropriation of Native American….everything? (clothing, etc. chopping out bits and pieces.) The fact that she thinks herbs have magical properties? (Not like the, omg-I-have-a-cold-and-mint-helps-me-breathe-again magic. Like the, ‘I-can-hex-people-to-death-and-maim-them’ kind of thing.)
How about when she resurrects a bird with blood and herbs? Creepy? Yes. Convincing? No. It’s lame. I kept rolling my eyes and hopping it was over.
I get having a difficult relationship with mothers. I have one of those relationships.
But this is totally psychotic. How about when she believes her mother has cursed her and ripped out her heart?
How about when her mother buried it in the dirt, grew poppies from it, and then drugged her daughter with the opium?
Not only does she believe it, but her mother and her mother’s best friend believes it too.
Like WTF is even going on?!
It’s not even a degenerative psychosis. She tells people about the magic and people just respond like ‘oh, ok.’ And they don’t even do anything. They don’t try to get her help, or try to talk to her to reason what exactly is going on. Everything was taken at face-value. Like if someone walked up to me and asked if I had someone in my life I’d like to black-magic-hex….I’d say, get away from me, you creeper.
I don’t know.
How about when she mentions that years ago, she ‘killed’ her brother while he was in the womb, and then they went to the river and buried his body by hand?
How about when she’s raped, and instead of going to the police, she ‘curses’ him, and then he ends up in the hospital. (later a rumor goes around that the car accident has left him impotent.) But really? Later her mother reveals that she cast a binding spell on her, so her spell against the boy didn’t work. It was just coincidence.
So…. What was the point again?
This whole thing was off its rocker. Not only is the premise half-baked, but it’s also written in forced complicated prose. It reminds me of a toddler wearing mom’s high heels. Or like if a lawyer showed up to court in a cheer leader’s outfit and then pretended everything was normal.
The whole thing was just disturbing and not in a ‘I’m-rethinking-the-meaning-of-life’ kind of way. Just in a ‘why-does-crap-like-this-get-published’ kind of way.
There aren’t any character arcs. Heck, there aren’t any real story-arcs here either. Nothing is accomplished or learned. I’m seriously disappointed! When My Heart Was Wicked was one of my top anticipated reads of 2015. ugh.
Just skip it. Seriously, this one is a complete waste of time.