I really wanted to love this book. Heck, I was expecting to love this book. It sounded so promising! "A historical setting?! A fantasy novel that features fairytale retellings?! A quest?! A bookish hero?! A beautiful cover?! Yes please!" :D
The more I think about this book, the more frustrated with it I feel. At first I really did enjoy The Book of Lost Things. Initially I found it suspenseful, gripping, well-written and atmospheric. But then I gradually started to lose all interest in it. I'd heard that this book was a dark read but bloody hell! I've read books that have contained darkness and tragedy before but I've never read anything as brutal, disturbing and horrifying as this particular book! That part with the enchantress at the castle and then the part where David goes through the Crooked Man's torture chamber... *shudders* I can't recommend this book at all. I didn't like the way it made me feel - repulsed! Needless to say this book wasn't for me.