One star for the pretty cover, one for the pretty writing.
I'm currently just over half way in this book, and nothing has happened that makes me want to keep reading.
I'm sure we all have that writing we did when we were fourteen, fifteen. But I never ever let anyone see mine, let alone publish it!
Alera (I think that was her name) literally just wanders from place to place, from royal gala to apple picking. This book just waddles onwards, without any plot line or drive.
Maybe I'll finish it one day, but I'll have to be super bored to do so.