Right from the start, there was something about Shards of a Broken Crown that bothered me to no end. It was as if I couldn't get a handle on the characters, even though we'd been building a connection for three novels now, and I knew the attachment was there. I just couldn't seem to find it. The characters seemed one-dimensional, emotionless, and constantly reminiscing about the past and great heroes like Prince Arutha conDoin and Jimmy The Hand, who rose to become Duke of Krondor. Yes, I got the message the first time around: Feist killed off all his masterfully crafted characters, and now he's stuck with a bunch of wannabes, none of whom has the slightest potential to do anything extraordinary. However, that's life, and we should just move on already. Unfortunately, not every war we fight has incredibly clever or undoubtedly courageous people. I don't see how continuously complaining about it is going to restore the Kingdom. Not only is the complete lack of effort from any character in the first hundred pages of the book absolutely irritating, but it also made me feel an emotion I've never felt before when reading a Feist book: boredom.
Yes, I'm sorry to admit it, but this book bored me. And not just a little bit, but a whole lot. The characters were dancing in front of my eyes, doing who-knows-what, fighting off the army of the Empire of Kesh (who chose the worst possible time to attack the Kingdom, when it's in complete ruins and there's a trail of devastation across the land) or the demon army of the now-dead Emerald Queen, and I found myself not caring in the least. I actually flipped through some pages, sighed when once again the heroes were engaged in an epic battle without any good reason, and wished they would just do something useful, unexpected, or funny. Anything. All I got from this novel was: battle, battle, battle, Patrick does something stupid and acts like a spoiled brat and everyone hates him but he's the King so no one will tell him to his face, battle, battle. There were no clever games in the style of Jimmy the Hand or heroic endeavors by any of our heroes, none.
The thing is that Feist really tried hard to convey the general atmosphere of a kingdom at war here, with the perils and feelings of devastation, the civilians turning on each other, and the hardships of each day. But he took two wrong turns, and suddenly all I got from the novel was 'blah'. The first thing he did wrong was that he focused too much on the actual fighting, especially when he added the'sort of plot twist with the dark energy that I saw coming from the start of the novel' and we were off again for another heroic showdown between Pug and who-the-hell-cares. Secondly, he tried so hard to make Patrick seem like the worst ruler in history and to be able to look back on the old times when the kingdom was still led by Prince Arutha. But newsflash. Patrick isn't really such a bad ruler. Sure, he bosses Pug around, which you really shouldn't do to a magician who could basically make you explode in a matter of seconds. And yes, he doesn't always make the right decisions, he's short-tempered, and sometimes a bit childish. But are Feist's chosen two main characters, Jimmy and Dash, really that much better?
In comes Malar, some guy whom Jimmy and Dash met along the way. Everything about this guy screams "SPY" yet the two choose to trust him, a mistake their grandfather would never forgive them for if he knew. Naturally, Malar The Spy turns on them at some point, and they end up seriously endangering their Kingdom by trusting The Most Obvious Spy in History. Later on, Dash develops romantic feelings for a young and supposedly really, really hot female thief. Now I don't want to spoil everything for you guys, but the decisions he makes afterwards are very irrational, and sometimes even downright stupid. Once again, Jimmy the Hand would roll over in his grave and do everything he could to come back and haunt his most idiotic grandchildren. And the thing about these two? They think they're all that and everyone likes them, but in fact they're no more grown up than Patrick is.
That being said, Patrick was the only character in this novel I could even remotely relate to, and that's saying something. Really, I can imagine it can't be easy being so young and inexperienced and being in charge of the only army standing between the enemy and the total destruction of everything and everyone you've ever loved and are responsible for. Plus, everyone is relying on you to make decisions that wiser and greater men would struggle with. But I can tell you, at some point in this novel, when against all odds Patrick appears on the stonewall facing the enemy, I was cheering for him. I really saw a King in the making, a King who will be able to rule properly one day, once his Kingdom is restored. But still, when the only character you can actually relate to is the one the writer has been desperately trying to portray as being childish and immature, you know something is wrong with the book.
I wouldn't have shed a tear if Feist had just written another fifty pages to Rage of A Demon King and called it the end. Start another series about how the Kingdom rebuilds itself, or whatever, or just rewrite this novel completely, because it really isn't good. Flat characters with hardly any personality, a predictable storyline, and just... bad. Not the Feist I'm used to, and definitely not a Feist I want to read more books from. Of course, you should read it for the sake of the rest of the series, but after seeing what amazing things this author can do in Rage of A Demon King, Shards of A Broken Crown is nothing but a major disappointment.
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