This wasn't what I expected at all, and that would've been okay had I received something different to enjoy. Instead, I was confused and bored; I only read to the end because I didn't want to leave it unfinished.

I didn't realize until a little bit in that there were multiple characters (and it wasn't solid in my mind until that one scene that was repeated in the POV after it) even though there were headings that stated who the POV was from. The characters didn't have their own voices, either – at least nothing that made them stand out individually or amongst the other characters). I didn't care for any of the characters, and most of all I didn't find much of a point in having the different points of view as part of the story.

The only time it got somewhat interesting was right near the end with the hope that the ring provided, otherwise it was a struggle to get through. All the build up was pointless because not only did I not get anything out of it, but the characters didn't – at least nothing that I was rooting for.

Jeanne crossdressing didn't seem to serve much of a purpose, and the beginning of the book was gruesome without thought – as though shocking the reader would somehow interest them. A lot of the time I didn't even understand what was going on, nor did I care, and that really put me off involving myself more if there wasn't anything redeeming to look forward to.

Everyone and everything was unmemorable, and that ruined a potentially good setting to write in. There was one scene where the writing didn't fit, one of Katherine's when she speaks of a garden or something of the like, and I wish that the rest of the book were written like that because it was lovely. Perhaps then the writing would've made up for it, but even there it would only be pretty words masking a lacking cast and boring plot.

It could've been so much better than it was; it had potential, but it focused on things I couldn't care about and wasn't made to. Focusing on Jeanne's story probably would've been enough – even making it a romance with Martin Slaughter would've saved it for me – but instead I got a book that I don't care to read again, recommend, or even own.