Throne of Glass, by Sarah J. Maas
Today at Kirkus, I wrote about Sarah J. Maas' Throne of Glass, which, if read with a major dose of suspension of disbelief as well as an eye willing to skate over some... other... issues, is quite a lot of fun:
The first half, especially, reads like the novelization of a B-movie, and occasionally feels like reading a round of Thesaurus Mad Libs, as there is some form of “a smile/chuckle/smirk/laugh played about/tugged at/burst from her lips” every few pages. It feels a bit bloated, and for someone supposedly so brilliant and clever, Celaena spends a frustrating amount of time investigating what is clearly a red herring.
See also: Female Assassins.