Garden-of-Stars

It’s difficult to say much about a book that wasn’t entirely memorable. I started “The Hidden Twin” with the hope of something interesting that would take advantage of the potentially complex discussion on identity and equality it set up with its very premise. The lack of clear and organized exposition, inconsistent world building, a forgettable cast of characters and an overall rather predictable narrative path made it difficult to extract something worthwhile from the book. It was easy to skim chunks of the novel without missing too much, especially when the story of the redwings and the city itself remained mostly unclear. Even the romantic direction of the plot didn’t fully go in the direction it stereotypically set itself up for, instead hesitating then dropping it and later trying to pick it up once again. The fact that it was a fast read was more due to the fact that it was difficult to read the entire book word for word, and the hope for answers and some sort of character development and world building were the only things that kept me reading until the end. Sadly, none of these things happened, and “the Hidden Twin” felt more like a heap of undeveloped good ideas that remained in their infancy.