“This was why she enjoyed baking. A good dessert could make her feel like she created joy at the tips of her fingers. Suddenly the people around the table were no longer strangers. They were friends and confidants, and she was sharing with them her magic.”
Before she became the Queen of Hearts we know and grew up with, she was Lady Catherine Pinkerton. A young girl who wants to open a bakery with her best friend and be with the man she loves. This is her story.
This book was torture, but in the best of ways. That is to say, Marissa Meyer is incredibly talented.
We go into this story because we want to know, what could have happened to make the Queen of Hearts, one of the most well known villains, be the way she is and act the way she does? Was she always this way?
The answer is no.
This story makes you forget. It makes you forget about “off with your head” and “painting the roses red”. I went into this story, not knowing how it ended, but knowing how another one began.
I became more and more enthralled with Cath and her story. I wanted her to live all her hopes and dreams. To be with the man she loves. I wanted to root her her. I wanted her to run or fight back.
There comes a point where you realise the thing you’ve known all along. Suddenly the wishfulness turns into longing. Hopefulness is quickly followed by sorrow.
I adored absolutely all of it.
The title “Heartless” is so wrong and yet so fitting all at the same time.
I can’t quite believe I’ve had this book on my shelf for so long. It’s beautiful and whimsical but it’s also tinged with a layer of shadow and darkness. However, like how one may add a pinch of coffee or bitter chocolate to a dessert, it only makes those sweet moments all the sweeter for you to savour.
There’s apart of me that wants to say that the ending lost some of it’s heart, but I can’t in good conscious consider that a fault. After-all, the title of this book is Heartless, and we have our Queen.