Daughter of the Pirate King by Tricia Levenseller is a pretty good book, but I didn’t like it. I never felt as though there was much wrong with it as far as characters, writing, and plot goes but I just couldn’t bring myself to care even in the slightest amount about any of it. The book was well written, to be sure, with a brilliant mix of engaging storytelling and really believable characters. However, at the end of the day, I simply couldn’t bring myself to feel at all invested in Alosa or Riden. To put it simply, I didn’t like anyone. And the truth is that we spent way too much time inside Alosa’s head.
I think, ultimately, a big portion of my dislike for this novel can be found in the fact that I couldn’t bring myself to appreciate the plot because the narration was so frustrating. It’s hard to appreciate the narration of a character that I don’t like, though I have done it on occasion. You have to have something about the character that you really appreciate and for Alosa, I had nothing aside from the fact that she had strength and hidden power. Unfortunately, that isn’t enough for me.
But, disliking the characters on a personal level aside, the worst part of this book was the romance. The majority of it felt exceedingly contrived and, barring lust, I frankly couldn’t see why the two gave a damn about each other. The pairing was painfully obvious, held no spark whatsoever, and regularly left me rolling my eyes at the text. I’ve never been a fan of the books where characters are beginning to have feelings for one another and their response to those burgeoning feelings is to have a brief flutter of butterflies and then respond to it by resorting to naive thoughts to themselves like, “I don’t like him, but why does his touch make me feel this way?” Honestly, I wanted to gag.
Every single moment of Alosa and Riden’s slow burn romance was annoying. I didn’t like them as a pairing and I didn’t like the ways that they grew closer or began to realize their feelings for one another. It was just so ridiculous. Scenes were included for the sole purpose of getting them to kiss and, while I can and have excused this for exceptional novels, I simply couldn’t do so here. Perhaps the only portion of it that I could stomach came at the end, long after all of the annoyances had already ruined it for me, around the time of his injury.
Daughter of the Pirate King wasn’t a bad book, but it really just wasn’t my cup of tea.