Making Faces by Amy Harmon – Review


2 out of 5 stars

Oh, Making Faces. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m sure you’re a wonderful book, but I just didn’t feel a connection.

I thought I was going to love this one. I’m a sucker for fairy tales, and Beauty and the Beast? Count me in. But this? The idea was good, I just couldn’t really feel anything for the characters. The only character I really liked was Bailey <spoiler> and he fucking died </spoiler>. Fern was okay, but I kept forgetting how old she was. There are different time frames in this book, so sometimes she was 18, sometimes 21, but she always sounded like a 14 year old to me. Some of the things the characters said were pretty ridiculous, too. Where I come from, if I started talking like Fern and co, I would get my face smashed in.

So basically, this book follows Fern, her wheelchair-bound cousin Bailey, and Ambrose, who Fern has been in love with since he helped her to bury a spider when they were small. After their senior year, Ambrose convinces his friends to join him in the army; only he returns.

One thing that I did like about this was the fact that neither Fern nor Ambrose was Beauty or the Beast – they were both both at one point in the story. Fern starts off not quite beastly, but not quite beauty. She has braces, thick glasses, and wild red hair. She is teased mercilessly. Ambrose, however, starts off with the looks of a film star, with promising wrestling talent to match. After Ambrose comes back from war, however, the tides have turned; Fern is not quite as plain as she was, and Ambrose is horribly scarred.

This book was just utterly meh for me. It started off slow, carried on slow, then there was a heartbreaking part that I skipped over (you guys, I struggle with my misery at the best of times, I don’t need this to add to it), then the ending was okay.

*Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for providing me with an e copy of this book*

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