A Twist of Fate

 Some time ago, Kelley Armstrong posted on her Facebook page that we could message her through email if we were interested in getting an ARC of A Twist of Fate in exchange for an honest review. Being she's my favorite author, I did just that, then promptly forgot about it. Until a few weeks ago when her assistant messaged me to find out whether I was still interested. 


Can I get a hell YES?


I'd bought a Stitch in time (the 1st in the series) on my Kindle and DEVOURED it. I figured I'd do the same with this one, especially considering how the previous book ended. Except, when I received it, I realised I wasn't in the book for Victorian hauntings and I set the book aside. Dragged it along because I should. Till I was in the mood. Last night, I settled down with some tea, and the book and read half of it. Only stopped because my eyes were closing on their own. Finished the book this morning. 


As usual, I'm completely enchanted. Kelley's writing makes me feel like I'm part of her worlds. Like the characters are members of my own family, and when their stories are done, I'm left wondering how they'll go on. I get truly invested. 


In this, A Twist of Fate was no different. Kelley's MC's are always strong women, smart and reliable and loyal. Witty and courageous and sometimes impulsive. Despite having similar traits, they are their own persons, in their own stories. 


This story comes together 4 years after the ending of A Stitch in Time, where we dive deeper into the story of Rosalind, Edmund, August, the moors and the hauntings. This story has touched a deeper chord in me than the rest, in that the hurts we receive as children often follow us into our adult lives. How being aware of them can prevent many hurts. This was dealt with wonderfully. 


From following Kelley on different social platforms, I know she does insane amounts of research for her stories. It's one of the ways I look up to her as a writer because it's usually woven seamlessly. This time, though, some of it felt a little too much. The classism of Victorian England came back quite a few times, enough for me to mutter at some point, "ok, we get it." Also, I'd have loved to have a peak at her original Word document to search how many times the words "son" and "husband" came back. It was a "lot". Another muttered "enough" moment. Those two elements were the only dislikes of this book. In this, I hesitate between a four and five star rating. I loved the book, though, the story and characters make it for it. Five star review it is, then!


One last thing; if I'm guessing right, they'll be at least another book in this series, involving one of Rosalind's sisters. Can't WAIT to see where that'll go. 


Thank you for giving me the chance of reading this book, this was my honest review. 


Tanya

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