DNF at page 61.
“Aristocrats in Russia believe that the killing of a wolf brings a unique kind of bad luck. It is not the glamorous kind of bad luck, not runaway trains and lost fortunes, but something dark and insidious. If you kill a wolf, they say, your life begins to disappear. ”
I was so excited to start this one because the premise sounded right up my ally and also the book cover is absolutely gorgeous.
And it did start out really great — honestly, any story starting with Once upon a time… will have my utter and complete attention. It was really easy getting into Feo’s world, I could feel the cold of winter (even though it’s summer and hot as hell where I live), and the wolves breathing next to Fedora and every description was so visually pleasing.
But the more I got into the story, the more I realized how naive and irrational Feo was acting. She got herself into too much trouble and after watching her do the same mistake over and over, it started to feel really repetitive — I mean, how is she still alive after talking back so many times to so many soldiers with guns??
And then we get introduced to Ilya, a 13-year-old soldier boy, and he just ruined the story. I’m surprised that someone can ask so many damn questions, aren’t soldiers like him trained to keep quiet??
Example number 1 (out of too many) of Feo’s naivety:
Why would you tell a soldier, that’s been ordered to kill you and the wolves, where you live?? How can she afford to be so irrational and gullible?
“We have to go,” said Feo. “Good night.”
“Where are you taking her?”
Feo hesitated. “You won’t tell?”
“Never! Really, I swear, Feo.”
“I’m taking her home: my house. She can sleep inside if she wants to, or on the porch.”
I’m truly astonished that the wolves trusted her with their lives.