Wonderblood

by Julia Whicker

[Amber (The Literary Phoenix)]

Wonderblood has one of the darkest and more fascinating world building structures I've ever seen in a dystopia.  It's dark and bloody and creepy.  A religion has sprouted over the idea of the space shuttles and that they will come back to Earth and rescue everyone, and there will be a new day dawning, one of Hope and Mercy.  The setting and the Carnivals and the astronomical focus of the government at Cape Canaveral is fascinating.

No, scratch that.  It is so freaking dark and amazing.

Unfortunately, that is where the amazingness of Wonderblood ends.  The story is told from three points of view as mysterious, unplotted lights appear in the sky.  Are they comets?  Are they meteors?  Are they the shuttles?  Spoken in turns between Aurora who is thought to be a sigil of the end of this world, John the court astronomer, and Mavel the Heirophant, the reader watches as Cape Canaveral slowly disintegrates as various people lay out their cards and act out their beliefs upon the lights.

Aurora is a child bride, more or less raped, and branded at various points in the story.  John can't make up his mind about what he wants.  Marvel meant to kill someone but didn't and now wants to go back and finish the job.  While I didn't care for any of the narrators, Marvel's whole storyline is chaos, because as far as I could tell, it wasn't at all relevant to the story.

There are decent characters in the sidelines - I wanted to learn more about the Green Butterfly and more about Queen Allyson.  Orchid had potential, but it was squandered on hero worship of her husband.  Tygo would have been a decent unreliable narrator, but he is instead in the stands and thrown about to further John and Marvel's plots.

Most frustrating of all, we wait the entire book for this build up of a war, and to find out what the lights in the sky were... and then the book ends abruptly in the middle of everything.  I am so, so frustrated.

I really, really, really loved this world.  Honestly, I did.  I was fascinated by the religion that grew around distant memories of space exploration, and the execution carnivals, and the blood rain.  I wanted more of that. I wanted to see a really incredible story in this world.  I think Julia Whicker has a fabulous imagination and a real knack for world building, but the storytelling just wasn't there.