Alright. It’s officially been more than three months since I finished this book, so it’s high time that I review it. The problem is that I don’t really know how to put into words exactly what I did and didn’t like about it.
I, for one, really enjoyed Bardugo’s Shadow and Bone. I thought the characters were well-developed, the relationships were believable, and the plot moved along really nicely. So I’m downplaying my emotions a little bit when I say that I was sort of excited to dive into Six of Crows.
I think my expectations might have been a little bit too high.
Six of Crows isn’t a bad book. Not at all. I’m just not convinced that it deserves the constant fangirling and unending praise that it receives.
The characters, my favorite part of Shadow and Bone, seemed to be lacking here. Unpopular opinion time: I didn’t like Kaz. (Possibly because my religion teacher in high school was Mrs. Kaz, and I couldn’t get her face out of my head.) The only characters I really cared about were Nina and Matthias, and that’s because they were the only interesting people in this book. I would’ve been happier reading a book about just their history.
I also couldn’t get into the story. It took effort to keep reading. I got this book from the library and almost had to renew my checkout because I wasn’t sure that I’d finish in time. That hasn’t happened to me in years. The whole book just felt flat to me. I didn’t care what happened. It was convenient, predictable plot twist after convenient, predictable plot twist. After the heart-pounding experience of Shadow and Bone, I was surprised at my lack of reaction to Six of Crows.
But still, this book is not bad. It just didn’t live up to my expectations. I was expecting a Darkling and some volcra. I got a halfhearted heist and some weird drugs. If you’re into that sort of thing, you’d like it, I’m sure. But if you’re expecting to be blown away, you might feel like I do.
Just a little disappointed.
Final rating: ★★★☆☆