Fantasy books for teen girls. This spring, Cynthia has been reading books for teens by local authors. The first book she read, Sarah McCoy’s lovely novel The Time it Snowed in Puerto Rico, is reviewed here. The next two were a set by S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong and Shadowsong, reviewed here.
Fantasy books can be pretty dark
Though McCoy’s coming-of-age story had both lightness and dark, Jae-Jones’ work was decidedly darker. In this post, we look at Roshani Chokshi’s The Star-Touched Queen, which was sufficiently dark that Cynthia decided not to read its sequel, A Crown of Wishes.
The Star-Touched Queen combines mythology, fantasy, and Indian traditions and language. Maya is seventeen, a daughter whose mother has died, whose father the Raja rules over his kingdom, wives and harem. Maya’s horoscope promises death and destruction, so she believes she will never marry.
Her world is rocked when her father arranges a wedding to placate neighboring kingdoms and to stave off rebellion. Maya is prepared for the worst. When something unexpected happens.
Soon Maya is queen of an unusual realm, and wife of an unusual……..man. Nothing is as she expects. No one inhabits her realm. Until, one night, she starts to learn. But nothing is as it seems.
Chokshi takes the reader on so many twists and turns that this reader lost her way through the story. Chokshi’s writing is beautiful and lyrical and full of emotion, so long as you take each paragraph individually. But when you put them all together, there was too much for this reader to absorb, to follow, to understand.
The reviews I’ve read online run the range from highly complimentary to highly critical. Some reviewers shared similar feelings to mine. If your teen loves fantasy books and stories of incredible intricacy, then you might give this one a try. Be sure that they are prepared for all types of fantasy, especially that of death and destruction. Made into a movie, this one will be characterized as both horror and a thriller. In book form, it’s pure fantasy.
“Wouldn’t it be easier keep your victim faceless?”
I shuddered. “Not a victim.”
“What else do you call one hemmed in by fate?”
“Human,” I said, bitterness creeping into my voice.
“What about guilt, then? Why open yourself to pain?”
“Guilt is what makes you accountable.”