Book Review: The Collectors' Society by Heather Lyons
The Collectors' Society
The Collectors' Society #1
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal
From the author of the Fate series and The Deep End of the Sea comes a fantastical romantic adventure that has Alice tumbling down the strangest rabbit hole yet.After years in Wonderland, Alice has returned to England as an adult, desperate to reclaim sanity and control over her life. An enigmatic gentleman with an intriguing job offer too tempting to resist changes her plans for a calm existence, though. Soon, she’s whisked to New York and initiated into the Collectors’ Society, a secret organization whose members confirm that famous stories are anything but straightforward and that what she knows about the world is only a fraction of the truth.It’s there she discovers villains are afoot—ones who want to shelve the lives of countless beings. Assigned to work with the mysterious and alluring Finn, Alice and the rest of the Collectors’ Society race against a doomsday clock in order to prevent further destruction . . . but will they make it before all their endings are erased?
It's like a book version of Rise of the Guardians with a bit of Inkheart wherein book characters band together to save the worlds born from books.
Romance, because, let's get real, I always look for it
You have great taste in men. Oh goodness, you do. I was prepared to hate your previous paramour. I don’t do love triangles, you see. I hate them with a passion because I deem them unnecessary. I thought it was the Hatter at first; and when you entered his chambers in The Land That Time Forgot and found him in that situation, I was ready to go ballistic. How could he? But then, he was not your previous lover.
When I found out that it was the White King, I raised my eyebrows, you had an affair. I frown on such a thing, too, for I always find that fidelity, loyalty, and respect to be part of anyone’s relationship. This is Wonderland, I thought, madness and no inhibitions run amok in this place. However, I shook my head at that thought. But I met your White King and got to know him… and your past, and I understood.
I reiterate, dear Alice, you have great taste in men.
This is my kind of Wonderland
When the time came for them to be in Wonderland, I was floored. This was the Wonderland I expected to be: dark, darker than dark, still full of strange things and madness. But madness that is not rooted in being crazy crazy. Madness, the kind of which is scary; wherein you don’t know if they’re mad or not.
Clearly, I was never attached to the original version by Lewis Carroll. I found it quite ridiculous. You all could argue that it was meant to be that way but I’ll disagree. I believed, even then when I read it as a child, that Wonderland was darker than it was portrayed. It was a bit dark for a children’s book then but if we’re going to have beheadings left and right then let’s have everything, shall we?
This Wonderland, this book, is adult. Not YA, not NA either. Don’t let the premise and the cover (love the purple) fool you as it did me. And thank goodness it did. But age category aside (categorizations are sometimes silly), what I should emphasize on is the content and how Lyons’ writing flowed beautifully not just in rehashing the plot, but in forming and developing characters without shoving them in your face.