What a cute read! Yes, 'cute'; It fits it perfectly. I love tales like these, since it has romance it's a huge plus! I wanted to read this for the longest time but my library didn't have it so I am over-joyed that Diana let me read a PDF version, so thank you Diana!
The characters in this book were ok. See, Lily she's loyal and a very good friend but she's really blind. No not in the literal seeing way but you know about situations around her. I just wanted to smack some sense into her sometimes. Like, duh, even a 'blowfish' would know how someone (remains nameless) feels and what's "really" happening! But she has charm, spunk, and I love her sea terminology! Then there's Quince. He was my favourite character in this book! I loved him so much, the way he always teased Lily and how he treated her and talked to her. Me want a biker boy next door!
The plot and writing were good too. I found how the author depicted the world Lily came from quite I dunno, it was almost a little unbelievable for me. I know that this book isn't a "real-life" story but I found it depicting some pretty surreal things. You'll have to read to see what I mean (unless it's just me). But I admit that ocean sounded sooo beautiful! Overall, this book was a nice pick me up read, and I can't wait for the next installment! I recommend this for a light, fun, and magical read!
Note: I love this cover, actually I love the second cover even more. There so magical, what do you think?
“You should check the curtains before you take a bath, princess,” a deep, mocking voice says.
“Wha—” I half scream, half yelp as I bolt up in the tub.
The nearest towel is folded neatly on the toilet . . . on the far side of the room. With a powerful kick I flop myself over the side, onto the cold tile floor, and dive for the towel. I am just tossing it over my fins when I hear a roar of laughter coming from the receiver. Scowling, I snatch it off the floor.
“Priceless,” he howls, still laughing. “You never fail to amuse, princess.”
Aaarrgh! I slam the handset repeatedly on the floor, in what I hope are eardrumdamaging whacks.
“Why?!?” My flipper-fast heartbeat ebbs toward normal as I stare, first at the phone —which has suffered a few nicks from my display of rage—then at the tightly drawn curtains covering the bathroom window. Holding the phone back up to my ear—ignoring the laughter still echoing through the earpiece—I ask, “Why do you enjoy torturing me so much?”
“Because,” Quince manages between laughs, “you make it so easy.”
Grabbing a handful of now-soaking towel, I throw it against the wall next to the door and watch it slowly slide down into the hamper. Aunt Rachel’s cat, Prithi, meows in complaint from her position outside the door.
“You,” I say as I pull myself back up onto the edge of the tub—this isn’t easy with fins, you know—“are a vile”—spinning, I sink my backside gingerly into the water—“repulsive”—even lukewarm, the water feels heavenly—“slimy-headed vent worm.”
I catch the phone against my ear before spreading my hands beneath the water to bring the temperature back up to a Zen-inducing near-steaming.
He chuckles once more before answering, “That’s a new one.”