I was totally into Greek and Roman mythology when I was a teenager, and I would’ve loved reading this book back then. I would’ve been so jealous of Gwen, getting to attend a school where they taught ancient myths and where everyone had magic, even though it’s clear from the beginning that she didn’t feel the same way.
I like this whole trend of novellas in YA series, particularly as prequels that give brief glimpses into the characters and premise of the first book. It gives me a chance to decide whether or not I’m interested enough to involve myself in the whole series before I commit myself. Most of the time, it manages to pique my interest enough to continue.
Of all the things that I’ve read about in the novels, Marmee Noir is probably the worst of the villains. I really, really don’t like her. And, to be honest, I’m not a big fan of the weretigers, either – though not in a they’re-the-bad-guys kind of way. I simply don’t like how they seem to be taking over the story.
I put off reading this book for a long time because it was so popular. I know, that’s weird, right? But I have this thing against reading series when they’re new and saturating the discussion. It just feels like they’re getting more than enough attention already, so why should I buy into the hype?
After reading the prequel novella, I have to confess that I wasn’t all that excited to go on to read the series. It just didn’t seem to have a lot going on. It wasn’t exciting. And so, I was a bit afraid that Witches of East End would have the same problem.
Thankfully, though, that wasn’t the case.