“My surroundings slid away, and all that was left was fire licking at the earth, the edge of a winter eclipse, stars whirling in a forest pool and the pulsing beat of something ancient running through my veins.”
(A Star Touched Queen, Chokshi)
There is a term in literary criticism known by the moniker: “purple prose.”
Stick with me for a moment and allow me to share with you Wikipedia’s (always true and humbly unchangeable) definition of this term:
In literary criticism, purple prose is prose text that is so extravagant, ornate, or flowery as to break the flow and draw excessive attention to itself. Purple prose is characterized by the excessive use of adjectives, adverbs, and metaphors.
Personally, I call bullshit.
No, really, I don’t think there is such a thing as “purple prose“; if a writer wants to wax poetic three pages worth of metaphors on the kaleidoscope colors of soap scum, that’s his or her creative right. Am I bound by some bibliophilic law to enjoy it? No. No I am certainly not, good sir. But I refuse to believe there is such a thing as text “too extravagant, ornate, or flowery.” I applaud the bravery, the brilliance, and the eccentricity it takes to write a novel dripping in prose as thick as molasses.
From the first line in the first paragraph on the first page of The Star Touched Queen, I was ripped open. My heart literally screamed: “HERE IS THE ONE! Here is the one that’s going to stroke a flame within me.” And I didn’t once put the book down from that moment forward.
TSTQ is like velvet and broken glass and thunderclouds to the senses, y’all.
Imagine my stupefied surprise, then, to jump on Goodreads and find the average rating at a mere 3.57 stars. So, me being me, skipped straight to the one or two star reviews dotting the page and absorbed with curious eyes what people didn’t like about TSTQ. Funnily enough, it was mostly the things I enjoyed.
Here’s the thing, you guys, I can definitely identify with why some people didn’t love it. There are some faults:
- holes the size of the Mississippi river bottoms in the worldbuilding.
- shards of character development left to litter.
But you know what?
I adore the f*&# out of it anyway.
FINAL SPINE STUDY :: Nighttime chills in front of a bonfire, wrapped in your favorite sweater.
If you are a lover of silvery words like: petal, mist, honey, starlight, tapestry…then there are pages worth of discovery to curl in your palms, gentle as feathers. If you can embrace the lightning strike of Instalove since it’s wrapped in candy-coated-reincarnation AND if you are able to sip paragraphs of sultry sunlight and wine colored darkness between two characters’ souls without flinching- then TSTQ will give you goosebumps down your spine.
- I would truly enjoy hearing YOUR opinion if you’ve read TSTQ. Feel free to leave a comment below, please just remember to be kind. The world of words is too wide and too bright to be clouded with negative “keyboard-warrioring.” I love a good book discussion, even if we’re on opposite sides of the table.