When I first saw this book, I fell in love with the cover. I thought it was whimsical, haunting and alluring. The cover was the complete opposite of the book.
Thanks to Lewis Carroll, A.G. Howard already had the foundation laid for her. The story was a different spin on Alice in Wonderland. She gave Carroll’s characters alter egos that were on the Gothic side. Instead of the White Rabbit, Howard gave us Rabid White, a grotesque, hairless, bony looking rabbit. The story included talking flowers that ate humans and other weird little creatures. The Mad Hatter is Herman Hattington, a strange looking “thing” without a face and a weird hat-like contraption on his head.
I must say, I’m not a huge Alice in Wonderland fan. I blame Tom Petty for it. In the 80s, when MTV actually played videos, he came came out with an Alice in Wonderland theme for his song “Don’t Come Around Here No More.” That video scared me as a kid. At the tea party, guests sat around and ate Alice, whose body was a cake. The whole thing just gave me the chills. I just didn’t like it.
The story and characters were not strong. I felt like the only thing the author did was take the pretty version of Carroll’s story and darkened it up a bit. It wasn’t suspenseful nor interesting. She tried to throw in a love triangle that felt pretty out of place. I kept thinking “Who is the demographic for this book?” The book was boring. I was waiting for something interesting to happen to make me perk up but it never did.
This book had no pulse and not even worth a boozy rating.