Review: Wink Poppy Midnight by April Genevieve Tucholke

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Hiya. I’m Bree, I’m an avid reader, and I did not like Wink Poppy Midnight.

I know what you’re thinking. It’s all because of that infuriating lack of punctuation in the title, isn’t it, Bree? And while you’re not wrong about that disgusting grammar and all (typing out the title pains me more than I’m willing to admit), that’s not, in fact, the only reason this book wasn’t my cup of tea.

The rest of my hatred is due fully to the book cover.

Kidding!

I mean, come on, what kind of a review would this be if I only complained about two things? I know it’s been a while, but you guys know me better than that!

In actuality, though, the cover is grody. I’m fully aware that it’s widely considered stunning and gorgeous and all, but… it’s really just atrocious. Sorry, loves. Don’t mean to disappoint, but… nah, that’s a lie. I love disappointing you guys. That’s just the beautiful kind of person I am.

Person. People. Characters… therefore, transition (my English teacher would be so proud)!

For me at least, the characters are what make or break a contemporary novel.

In fantasy or sci-fi or what-have-you, if things are getting dull or a character’s voice starts to become monotonous or the plot starts to drag, BOOM, there’s a dragon to spice things up.

Contemporary is a genre about the real world and real life and real people and real incidents and heck, it gets awfully boring. So, what’s left besides a good plot?

Hooray, only the people. I just love people. They’re my favorite.

(That’s such a lie. I’d live in a fortress full of puppies, if it was up to me.)

I’ll admit that the characters in Wink Poppy Midnight— Wink, Poppy, and Midnight respectively— were… well, they were characters. They were human people in a book and they were definitely, definitely… characters.

They were just really awful characters.

Here’s a pretty picture to distract you while you tear your hair out whilst screaming my name furiously over the range of three octaves:

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*And to give credit where credit is due, this picture isn’t mine. I found it on this neat Instagram page here. Yeah, I Instagram now! Aren’t I all hip and chic nowadays?

But back to my controversial opinions!

The one thing I did like is how this book showed that not every hero is brimming with righteousness and justice and selflessness. Sometimes heroes get scared. Sometimes they make mistakes. Sometimes they’re good, but sometimes they’re not. Humans are rarely flawless (me being the natural exception) and heroes are, depressingly enough, humans. They are in contemporary books, at least. Gosh, I told you contemporary is boring.

But all these characters fell flat. Each one was an overused archetype: the rich, bratty tyrant who constantly uses others for her own sick pleasure, the boy with the soft heart and the soft soul that can’t bring himself to ever really see all of what’s going on, and… wait for it… the weird girl who likes books.

There’s always the token pariah and her books.

Of course.

It might’ve just be me, but I also didn’t find the characters’ voices to be all that unique. If the sections from each character’s perspective weren’t so short, I think I would have had some trouble distinguishing whose bits were whose.

Which brings me to the writing style.

Lyrical, mystical, beautiful. That’s what I heard before I dived in.

And the writing style was admittedly unlike any other I’ve read before, I’ll say that much.

It wasn’t good, not by any means, but it was new.

Don’t hurt me, because here’s a gorgeous painting of Wink from the ridiculously talented Fhy @ Vvords Up to distract you once more:

wink.png Yeah, anywho, the writing felt really choppy and repetitive to me. It tried really hard to be mysterious and magical and all that, but I wasn’t buying it. A squirrel could probably write with more grace.

And I mean that in the most heartfelt way, I do.

Finally, just to wrap it up, I would give my opinion on the plot but that’s a bit difficult, seeming that there is no plot whatsoever for a good 96% of this book, and then a whole bunch of deceit and lies and angst shoved down your throat at the end.

Boohoo.

Final verdict: 2/5 stars 

But Bree, you ask desperately, why didn’t you give this book one star? Why add an entire second star if you genuinely have nothing good to say about it?

I’ll tell you why.

After I finished reading the book, I vomited in my mouth a little bit, and went to shut the book… and I saw this:

The author has Harry Potter glasses, for goodness’ sake.

That right there was an automatic second star. I’m a sophisticated book reviewer, after all. I’ve got to be reasonable with these sorts of things.

…I mean, when have I ever been unreasonable? 😉