Publisher: Wicked Whale
Publishing Date: July 2015
Publisher Description: When a freak tornado devastates his Oklahoma farm, fifteen-year-old Shea moves to Cape Cod to live with a grandmother he’s never met. Struggling to make sense of his new surroundings, he meets a girl along the shore who changes his life forever.
Review: This novel starts out pretty good with young Shea living in Oklahoma with his Dad when a twister devastates his life. He abruptly moves to Cape Cod to live with “Gramma” and suddenly finds insta-love in the form of a mermaid. Then it goes downhill from there.
Well fast forward and suddenly we are in the realm of mermaids that behave like petulant humans. There is much warring and killing, coupled with scene and story line development that is rushed and stilted. The characters are one dimensional and flat due to the compressed story line and lack believability as a separate species due to their all too human traits. There is nothing that separates the merfolk as an interesting alien species. They are humans with tails and “sea magic”.
Shea is turns out to be a Prince (of course) with a speshul mark that makes him even more of a speshul threat to Prince Evil-pants. There is much gnashing of teeth and flicking of tails. What really drives the nail in this novel coffin is the constant use of lame metaphors, if you can call them that. The merfolk use corny phrasing like; “By Poseidons Beard!” or “Oh my Starfish!”. Insults used are: “Impudent Mollusk!”, “Squidbrain” and “Jellybrain”. Really? Prince Demyan takes the cake for over the top characters. At one point during an evil rant/monologue he calls Shea and his hot merchick jelly brained urchins that shall not spoil his plans (of which he just revealed)…Muhahahahaha! I am still not sure why its bad thing to be the “son of a manatee”.
Read this while on the Trans-Siberian railway, day 4, Novosibirsk .
A note to the author; Grant, Garfield and Taft HAD actual summer homes on Cape Cod, while only Kennedy in your liberal trifecta had one.