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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. A tale of a young girl, the daughter of the Shah, who lives a life of privilege, but realises that she has no real power. As she learns some harsh lessons about life, including an attempted rape by her uncle, she becomes more disillusioned. Afsar is a complex character who is wise beyond her years. Her tale is well written and captivating. I would recommend this book. Cette critique a été écrite dans le cadre des Critiques en avant-première de LibraryThing. What an exotic place for the Shah's daughter to live in, so spoiled, lonely, and taken care of by one lone servant. She hasn't a true Mother figure to shape her life and tell her what is right or wrong. She does as she pleases. The environment and her experiences cultivate her craving for evil and lack a sympathy of life. I found it intriguing but the end became too dark and I lost my interest in the end. I felt the author could have gone a bit deeper in the description of her personality and life. Afsar, the eldest daughter of the shah, has lived a privileged and sheltered life. When the circus comes to the harem, she meets Vachon, a mysterious performer who wears a mask to hide a deformity. Afsar befriends Vachon, and together, they explore the darker sides of their souls. When Afsar finds a penchant for murder, it seems that the duo is unstoppable. I'm hard pressed to describe this book. It was disturbing, yet oddly fascinating at the same time. I don't know that I would re-read it, but I was hard pressed to put it down. Overall, an intriguing story. aucune critique | ajouter une critique
A young woman confronts her own dark desires, and finds her match in a masked conjurer turned assassin. Inspired by Gaston LeRoux's The Phantom of the Opera, Marion Grace Woolley takes us on forbidden adventures through a time that has been written out of history books. "Those days are buried beneath the mists of time. I was the first, you see. The very first daughter. There would be many like me to come. Svelte little figures, each with saffron skin and wide, dark eyes. Every one possessing a voice like honey, able to twist the santur strings of our father's heart."It begins with a rumour, an exciting whisper. Anything to break the tedium of the harem for the Shah's eldest daughter. People speak of a man with a face so vile it would make a hangman faint, but a voice as sweet as an angel's kiss. A master of illusion and stealth. A masked performer, known only as Vachon. For once, the truth will outshine the tales.On her birthday, the Shah gifts his eldest daughter Afsar a circus. With the circus comes a man who will change everything.Note: Mature subject matter Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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Needless to say, I was a bit disappointed in this book since I was expecting Fantasy. I’m not taking away stars for that, though, since that’s not the fault of the author. I doubt she had very little, if any, say in what genre(s) the publisher chose to list the book as being. However, I hated the story, and the characters. Afsar and Vachon are psychopaths, but not “Dexter” psychopaths. No, they not only have no qualms about killing innocent people, they do it with a sick sort of pleasure, and that’s what this book is mostly about: who and how they murder. At first, I felt sorry for Afsar. I even pitied her. The first couple of chapters show her as being a young girl who has been raised to hate, forced to be wiser than her years, yet is still clearly naive about how the world works. My feelings changed as she became more and more cruel, petty, hateful, and jealous. I waited, and continued reading, in the hope that something would happen for her to change, or she would do something that would be redeeming, even if only a little bit. Unfortunately, she remains the same despicable person all the way to the end.
If you enjoy stories about psychopaths who discover each other’s love for toying with their human prey before brutally murdering them, then this book is the perfect one for you. Otherwise, you might be better off reading a different book. As much as I thought a story about Erik before he became the Phantom would be great, it just isn’t so. ( )