Let me start off by saying this: I HATE giving bad book reviews. I hate it so much that I question my sanity for putting book reviews on this blog in the first place. I hate it so much that I bumped this book up to a 3/5, because I just couldn’t stand the thought of giving it a 2/5.
As a writer myself, I know how much love and thought goes into a book. How much time the author spends poring over every paragraph and sentence and word. They spend months writing and rewriting it, and then eventually their CPs love it, and then an agent loves it, and then a publisher loves it — and then BAM! Someone writes a 1/5 review on Goodreads mocking everything from its characters to its comma placement.
I can imagine how horrible that must feel.
So, I’m going to try to explain why I didn’t fall in love with Stitching Snow as gently and as diplomatically as I can – and keep in mind, this review is completely subjective. Just because I didn’t love it doesn’t mean someone else won’t.
In terms of writing, Stitching Snow is actually quite good. Lewis’s prose is clean and simple, and the concept is really fun. “Snow White in space” — who wouldn’t want to read that?
At the end of the day, though, I just wish it had a little more heart. I wish I’d have been able to connect with the characters a bit more. For me, it all just felt a little flat — a little lifeless. While there were some cute characters – like the quirky robot sidekicks – I felt very distanced from the main character, Essie. None of it was bad, really – it just wasn’t memorable.
So, anyway. That’s my review.
I will now proceed to curl up in a corner and feel like a horrible person for the rest of the day.