Dearest (Woodcutter Sisters Series #3)

Dearest (Woodcutter Sisters Series #3)

by Alethea Kontis


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Dearest (Woodcutter Sisters Series #3) by Alethea Kontis

“A fabulous fairy-tale mashup that deserves hordes of avid readers. Absolutely delectable.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review of award-winning series debut Enchanted 

Readers met the Woodcutter sisters (named after the days of the week) in Enchanted and Hero. In this delightful third book, Alethea Kontis weaves together some fine-feathered fairy tales to focus on Friday Woodcutter, the kind and loving seamstress. When Friday stumbles upon seven sleeping brothers in her sister Sunday’s palace, she takes one look at Tristan and knows he’s her future. But the brothers are cursed to be swans by day. Can Friday’s unique magic somehow break the spell?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780544074071
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date: 02/03/2015
Series: Woodcutter Sisters Series , #3
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 1,267,123
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

ALETHEA KONTIS is the author of the Woodcutter Sisters series, which includes Enchanted, Hero, and Dearest. She is also the New York Times best-selling co-author of Sherrilyn Kenyon’s The Dark-Hunter Companion. Alethea was a student of science fiction greats Andre Norton and Orson Scott Card. She lives and writes on Florida's Space Coast. Visit her website at

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Some Strange Magic

Conrad slowed his pace, not because he lacked energy, but because the hard calluses on his feet had cracked and started to bleed. It had been a long, dry road from Rose Abbey, part of an even longer road that had begun in the slums of Sandaar. Conrad’s battered feet had trod the length of this continent from the fiery south to the frozen north, but his soul had yet to find its destination. Omi had told him his journey would end when he found the place where his heart waited for him. He hoped Omi had not died at the hands of the sultan.
   Conrad’s stomach growled, distracting him from the wistful sadness that always threatened to overcome him when he thought about Omi, but he knew she would be proud of him, proud of his accomplishments, proud that he had kept his promise to leave the slums and never return.
   The tips of his fingers throbbed. Perhaps he should not have declined the offer of food and drink at the Woodcutter house. Omi had advised him to rest where he was welcomed. The breeze picked up and Conrad stopped altogether, closing his eyes and spreading his arms wide so that the gusts might better cool his sweat-damp body. He took a deep breath. There was water on the wind.
   The sky had been clear this day, with not so much as a cloud in warning. They were there now, rolling quick and fat and angry up from the west. The gray of rain blurred the horizon and erased the sun. Conrad had never seen clouds behave like this. Had he been in Sandaar, this would have meant a sandstorm. Here, in Arilland, the circumstances were all wrong. The colors were all wrong. The water was all wrong. He needed to find shelter.
   He turned back to the road and froze mid-stride; a long-eared owl stood before him. The bird stared at him with unblinking yellow eyes. Omi had warned him against being superstitious, but Conrad had seen too many strange things on his travels to take chances. He backed away into the wooded area off the road. The owl’s head turned slowly, those flat, yellow eyes never leaving Conrad. The wind kicked up again, lashing Conrad’s now-damp hair into his face, but still the owl did not take wing. Conrad bowed low to the owl and eased farther into the brush.
   Lightning flashed in the distance and thunder rolled soon after it—booming, unending thunder that trembled the earth to such a degree that Conrad could feel it through the soles of his shoes. The second tremor knocked him off-balance. The third ripped away the forest on the opposite side of the road completely.
   The last things Conrad remembered before losing both his footing and his consciousness were giant waves washing away the trees before him and those solemn eyes of the long-eared owl.

He awoke soaking wet and face-down in the mud. His head throbbed; when he placed his palm to the tender spot behind his right ear, it came away bloody. Conrad spat bark and soil out of his mouth as he slowly rolled over and sat up, leaning back against the trunk of a tree that had no doubt been his unwitting bludgeoner. He blinked once to clear his head, and then again, only to realize that it was not his vision that had erased the sparse woods before him. The landscape had erased itself. Across the empty road now lapped the ceaseless waves of an ocean, ebbing and flowing in the twilight as regularly as the tide from a distant shore. Some strange magic had not removed Conrad to this coastline—it had moved the coastline here, to Arilland.
   Carefully he rose to his feet and shuffled to the water’s edge. This water, he knew, would not slake his thirst, but it would tend to his wounds until they could be properly addressed. He threw his tattered shoes farther up on the muddy beach and waded into the surf. It was not as cold as it might have been for the climate; Conrad suspected the ocean was still energized from its journey east. If there was any latent magic still crashing with the flotsam in the waves, he hoped that it was good, natural magic. Either way, he would risk it rather than remain caked in mud from bleeding head to bleeding toes.
   Once satisfied of his cleanliness and reinvigorated by the salty bath, he retrieved his shoes and walked barefoot along the new coastline as it skirted the main road to the castle. Night fell, the moon rose, and odd sounds erupted from both sides of the road, the moaning and wailing of confused sea creatures and shorebirds against the crickets and locusts of the Wood.
   Conrad strained to hear the hoot of an owl, but none came. He concentrated so hard that he did not see the long lump of rags on the beach before him until he tripped over it and fell sprawling into the mud.
   Conrad cursed.
   The bundle groaned.
   Lifting himself onto his hands and knees, he turned back to the bundle and sifted through yards of soaked material until he unearthed a face. Long dark hair was plastered to the face; he brushed it aside with a muddy palm. It was a young woman, he surmised, from what little he could discern in the moonlight. There was no mistaking the curve of her cheek or the softness about her mouth. She might have been of marrying age but there was no jewelry marking her person; at the moment she was simply a very pale, mostly dead girl. And she was now his responsibility. Conrad took a deep breath and let it out slowly and loudly. As if he didn’t have enough to do.
   He took off his shirt, went deeper into the surf, and collected some water so that he might discover the extent of her wounds before moving her body. It took a few trips to wash the mud from her completely. Like him, she had a rather large bump on the back of her head and a few angry scratches, nothing more. But she did not regain consciousness during his ministrations, and this worried him.
   Conrad did not feel comfortable leaving her here alone, but the castle was still a distant shadow on the horizon. He could not carry her—she was almost twice again his scrawny size. He caught the heavy material of her overskirt in his hands. It seemed thick enough—though a good portion of its weight was due to water—and if the waist was a drawstring . . . it was. Conrad fumbled at the knot with shaking cold fingers until he had it undone. He peeled the overskirt away from her petticoat—she was lucky not to have drowned under the weight of so much clothing!—and then pulled the drawstring tight, closing the waist-hole completely. He laid the great circle of fabric out as best he could, and then rolled the girl up into it. With apologies to the girl, he began dragging her down the muddy shore.
   Conrad had carried strange parcels and ridden stranger animals, but he had never dragged a body any significant distance. His arms quickly began to tire. Still he pulled and pulled the girl, in shorter and shorter bursts, until his skinny arms shook and his numb fingers could hold the skirt-sack closed no more. Defeated, he fell to his knees beside his charge. The looming shadow of the castle seemed no closer than it had before.
   He moved the material away from her face, allowing the unconscious girl to breathe what little air she could. Her pale skin shone out from her dark cocoon. Conrad wondered if he had caught a fallen angel.
   Divine or not, he couldn’t leave her. There would be no warm bed and hot supper for him this night. He only hoped he’d be able to rest in this mud and regain what little strength he had come sunrise.
   “Ho there, friend!” called a voice from the road. Conrad quickly covered the angel’s face again.
   Conrad rose and walked back to the road, where a round-faced man sat high in the seat of a cart filled with what smelled like sour hay. The cart was pulled by a donkey; Conrad approached the animal first. He could instantly tell the measure of a man by how he treated his animals. This donkey nuzzled Conrad’s chest without hesitation, using its nose to lift his arm and sniff for the treats the man undoubtedly kept in his pockets. A good man, then. So good that his animal seemed to retain no memory of the earthbreaking storm that had just passed.
   “Did you see it?” Conrad asked the man.
   The man shook his head. “Never witnessed anything like it. Hope to never again.” The man waved at the donkey. “Bobo here braved it far better than I did. Are you all right?”
   Conrad chose his words carefully. “I am, but my companion is not. She hit her head in the storm and will not wake. I was trying to get us to the castle, but . . .” He raised his scrawny arms in illustration.
   The man laughed. “Worry not, son. You’ve still got a ways to grow.” He hopped down from the seat of the cart. “Show me to your friend, and I’ll help see her safely into the cart. I assume she’s somewhere along the shore?”
   Conrad hesitated, startled at the sight of the man’s eyes, bright and yellow as those of the owl that had saved him. “Thank you,” said Conrad.
   The man, more than he—did shoveling hay make all men so strong?—carried the girl to the back of the haycart and gently laid her inside. Conrad slipped in beside her, tied up the tailboard with his numb fingers, and let Bobo steadily walk them the remaining distance to the castle gates.
   There was already a commotion at the main doors to the palace as guards tried to calm the throng of people desperate to see the king.
   “Order!” cried one of the guards. “King Rumbold will hear all of you, each at a time, but not until I have order!” Some of the people obeyed and stepped to the side, but others still clamored to slip by the guards and worm their way through the gates.
   “I will let you off here,” said Bobo’s master. “If you think you can manage it.”
   The ground seemed level, and there were only a few steps up to the main doors. “I can,” said Conrad. “I thank you again.”
   “Don’t mention it,” said the man. “We are family now. Family weathers the weather together.”
   Conrad bowed to the man. “It is my honor.” With renewed strength he pulled the skirt-sack together and lifted the girl out of the cart. If he held some of the hem in each hand, he could distribute her weight across his back and make it up those stairs. He prayed he wouldn’t have to carry her much farther. Those prayers were soon answered.
   “Ho there, boy.” A guard who seemed to be all muscles and no hair barred his path to the door. “You’ll have to wait your turn like everyone else.” A few people in the crowd behind Conrad rudely jeered their support.
   “I have a very important message for the king,” Conrad said, almost under his breath. He did not want the crowd to hear anything he had to say.
   “Wazzat?” bellowed the guard. “Speak up!”
   Conrad did no such thing. He merely closed his eyes and invited a sense of calm into his body. He knew when the guard leaned down to him; Conrad could smell the meat and beer on his breath. Conrad opened his eyes.

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Dearest 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
Alyssa75 More than 1 year ago
***Review posted on The Eater of Books! blog*** Dearest by Alethea Kontis Book Three of the Woodcutter Sisters series Publisher: HMH Books for Young Readers Publication Date: February 3, 2015 Rating: 2 stars Source: eARC from NetGalley Summary (from Goodreads): “A fabulous fairy-tale mashup that deserves hordes of avid readers. Absolutely delectable.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review of award-winning series debut Enchanted  Readers met the Woodcutter sisters (named after the days of the week) in Enchanted and Hero. In this delightful third book, Alethea Kontis weaves together some fine-feathered fairy tales to focus on Friday Woodcutter, the kind and loving seamstress. When Friday stumbles upon seven sleeping brothers in her sister Sunday’s palace, she takes one look at Tristan and knows he’s her future. But the brothers are cursed to be swans by day. Can Friday’s unique magic somehow break the spell? What I Liked: Well, this one was slightly disappointing. I wanted to like this book more, but it wasn't happening. I liked Enchanted well enough, but never read Hero. I don't think my not reading Hero had anything to do with my low rating of this book. Friday is a kind and sweet soul, with the ability to feel what others feel. By chance, Friday finds seven brothers who are cursed - they turn into swans during the day. Friday can help break the curse - but will that be enough? A threat approaches the kingdom, and everything is suddenly connected (the swans, the curse, the impending doom). I actually really liked Friday - I could identify with her. She loves everyone, and doesn't necessary care if everyone loves her (though they do). She's selfless and kind, but she's not spineless.  I really really liked Tristan - he is sweet as well, and protective and considerate and charming. For a swan boy, he's pretty great. I liked him, and his brothers. The seven brothers (who are princes of the Green Isles) are probably my favorite part of this book. The seven of them together are HILARIOUS. Rene and Bernard, the twins, are especially great, but Philippe has his moody, dark charm. Christian is intelligent and rational, Sebestien is lovestruck, Francois is stern, Tristan is... swoony. But together, the brothers are a riot. I loved their dialogue together. The story revolves around Friday and the brothers' one sister, Elisa, trying to break the curse. But then Mordant, the villain, and his sorceress Gana (get it?) arrive. Gana is the one who murdered children, Mordant the one who destroyed the Green Isles (the brothers and sister's home). Their arrival is bad news for the brothers and Elisa, but also bad for Arriland.  Overall, there were things that I liked about this book (like the two protagonists), but there were some aspects of this book that were seriously lacking. Notice I haven't mentioned anything about the romance.  What I Did Not Like: Urgh. One thing that niggles me about these books is the implausibility of the stories. Like, I get it. It's fantasy, fairy tale retellings, la la la. The thing is, Kontis leaves so much up to Fate or just because or without explanation. I know this is super vague, but it's also super annoying. For example, Friday and Tristan are just FATED for each other? They take one look at each other and just KNOW? Literally, that is what happens, and that's the explanation. Not good enough for me. When Tristan transforms from swan to man, and he gets stuck in-between. That just HAPPENED, didn't it? No explanation, no reason why he was the only brother to get "stuck". I don't understand. Why is that the case? I just feel like too much of the story is left up to chance. Too many things happen coincidentally, or just because. It's like Kontis didn't feel like explaining things, or having explanations ready, or whatever. That doesn't work for me. Even if the explanation was something like, "because the Prophecy said so" (there is no prophecy in this book, but the use of one would have worked), or something like that, I would have been a little more content. Also, the romance. Love at first sight, or whatever. Basically, INSTALOVE. I wasn't a fan, I wasn't buying it. I love Friday and Tristan, and I love them together, but there wasn't enough "together" for me to believe that they had a solid relationship. I didn't believe in their love, though I so wanted that for them. So this book gets two stars. Would I Recommend It: Naahhh, I wouldn't really recommend this series in general. I noticed similar dislikes in Enchanted, and I didn't like them, so obviously Kontis is doing that on purpose. However, I wasn't amused, and wasn't buying it. Rating: 2 stars. I need more depth to these books, especially since they are fantasy. I feel like Kontis is missing an entire layer or two in the books of this series, and I NEED THOSE LAYERS.
M_McGraw More than 1 year ago
Friday Woodcutter is as simple and as complicated as her infamous patchwork skirt. She loves truly, feels deeply, and cares passionately--and these are all very different things. And she may be the key to saving the bespelled princess and her seven brothers, including Friday's dearest… What I liked I really love the characters in the Woodcutter family tales! Not just the sisters, although every one of them is wonderful, and I cannot wait for all their stories. But their mother and father, their brothers Trix and mysterious Jack, and so many secondary characters -- Alethea does a terrific job of bringing them to life in quick, vivid ways. And the weaving of so many classic fairy tale elements throughout the stories themselves. Friday is the most unlikely "hero" of the sisters so far, and her own self-doubt and discovery make the story feel personal and meaningful. One of my favorite scenes is when Friday falls out of the tower… The descriptions and characterizations of the brothers as swans are wonderful, bringing them to life in a way the fairy tales never do. What I didn’t like To be honest, this story didn't have the depth of Enchanted or Hero, but it is also much shorter book. You have to pay attention to the quickly-swapping POV characters, or you can lose track of what's happening. There are a lot of threads being woven into this tapestry! Summary If you already know (and love) the Woodcutter family, then Dearest will be another charming adventure with them. I would advise picking up Enchanted or Hero before this one, though, so you don't get lost in the cast of characters. I've already continued with Trix, and I cannot wait for more Woodcutter tales! I give Dearest 4 out of five “sparks”. I purchased a hardcover edition of this book.
Jasmyn9 More than 1 year ago
Welcome to Friday's story. This is another one that takes place during Saturday's flood, but this time we get a look at Arriland itself and the refugees that quickly crowd the palace looking for shelter. Friday finds herself caught in duties of watching the children and stitching together new clothes for thousands of people. But, she also finds herself among a group a magical siblings - cursed by an evil sorceress. This is where I really loved the plot line. Kontis brought two fairy tale swan stories together and I really loved how she made it all work out. My only big complaint was that there seemed to be three separate endings. Several times I thought she was wrapping everything up, in fact she did wrap most of it up..;..but then....everything fell apart again. It was just a tad too up and down at those points.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I like the story... except for the love at first sight part. I just wish there is more, like the story about Jack Woodcutter jr. and what's in store for Peter Woodcutter. I am also curious with Wednesday's own story. My favorite character is Saturday and I hope I can read more stories about her. Kontis is a great story teller so it makes me want to know more about the Woodcutter family.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great ending to a lovely series. Unlike the long winded reviewer, I read all three books and found them fresh and delightful, with just the right touch of tragedy. I do think that the reader needs to have a wide knowledge of fairy tales and fantastic stories in order to catch all the obscure references that fill out the details. Fate does play a very large role in the series and is more prominent in book 2, so readers would do well to read in order. Each book picks up exactly where the last left off and little is explained in any depth from book to book, which may cause some confusion. Enjoy and let's hope for another tale to come along soon.
BuriedUnderBooks More than 1 year ago
3.5 stars What drew me to the first book in the Woodcutter Sisters series and the second and, now, the third, is the covers. The designer is listed as Christine Kettner but, as Art Director, Ms. Kettner is not the actual artist. Whoever it is, that artist and Ms. Kettner have true magic in the their minds, eyes and fingers. I've seen other beautiful covers but these stand out and just one glance tells me this is an Alethea Kontis book; that's brilliant branding at its best. Opening Dearest takes the reader into Ms. Kontis' unique world of fantasy and magic, a world I'm always glad to return to. Other authors offer re-tellings of fairy tales and some do it very well but the Woodcutter Sisters series has a certain feel to it, a feeling that you're immersed in the story and, in this case, sharing the journey with Friday. I love Friday---I think she's my favorite of the sisters so far mainly because she's so sweet and kind---and Tristan is also very likeable but it's the seven brothers as a group who make this tale so much fun. There are a few missteps, especially when coincidences happen too frequently, and the only reason I can stand the insta-love is that this is, after all, a fairy tale but, generally, I'm happy with this entry in the series and will eagerly await the next one.
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Goldenfurproductions More than 1 year ago
MY THOUGHTS I really enjoy the books in Woodcutter Sisters series, though this one is probably my least favorite. I still enjoyed it, though! This book is focused on Friday, one of the Woodcutter sisters. After an ocean grows across the land, refugees stumble into the castle. Friday tries to help with the growing population, but ends up stumbling into a room full of naked men. Turns out that the men have been cursed to be swans during the day. Friday has to help the men stop their curse as well as a tyrant that has taken over their kingdom. While this is the third book in a series, you can read this book in any order, since they each focus on a different character and story. Like the others, this book is a fairy-tale mash-up and while I couldn't recognize all the references, I love the fairy-tale quality and overall fantasy aspect to these books! Sure, they can be ridiculous and unbelievable, but that's what's fun about them! As for characters, I loved them. I liked all of the brothers, they were a very interesting bunch, as well as their sister. Friday was a really great MC. She's very sweet, caring, and selfless. Even before she discovers the brothers, she was helping out all of the children at the castle. She's also very strong, in a sense that she is more than willing to help others. She's the type of character that I love to see, but never seen to get a major role in YA books. My issues wit this book mainly lie on the romance. "She takes one look at Tristan and knows he's her future". *gags* Sorry, but I can't stand romances like this. It's all basically just one look and they knew their meant to be together. I know most fairy-tales have very cliche romances, but it doesn't mean I have to like them. IN CONCLUSION Overall, I enjoyed this book! I love the fairy-tale aspects in these books and the characters were great! It's not my favorite in the Woodcutter series, mostly because of the romance, but it's still a great book. Supposedly, the author is writing books for the other sisters, so I'm looking forward to that!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book, but I think there some places it could be better, like when Friday find the brothers, they could be wearing clothes. Other than that I loved the book, and the romance in it. Go Althea Kontis!
Morgan_S_M More than 1 year ago
Dearest by Alethea Kontis is the 3rd book in the Woodcutter Sisters series and my favorite so far! I loved Friday Woodcutter and picking out the fairy tale influences in the story, from Peter Pan (her darlings!) to Rapunzel to the six swans. I also liked how closely it related to the other two books though I had trouble recalling some of the incidents. I can’t wait to get the rest of the sister’ stories- Thursday the Pirate Queen is next! If you like sweetness, irreverent humor, fairy tale mashups, and romance you’ll enjoy the series. It requires suspension of disbelief in that fairy tale way but that’s part of the charm.
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amm02 More than 1 year ago
To start with I LOVED this cover. It was just so beautiful. This book is the 3rd in the Woodcutter Sisters series. I did not know this was the 3rd book but it really did not affect my reading experience. I do want to go back and read the first 2 because I think I will enjoy the story so much more. Anyway this story is about the Woodcutter sister Friday. She is very sweet and loving person. She loves many and does not complain. She comes upon a very strange situation at her sisters palace. 7 brothers that are cursed to be swans by day. She knows that she is supposed to be with Tristan but that will not happen unless she can break this spell. I just loved how this story started. It was so magical. I really loved just everything about this book! I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!
Matina More than 1 year ago
Alethea Kontis gets better with every book she writes. I fell in love with the Woodcutter sisters in Enchanted, fell in deeper with Hero, and have completely lost myself in Dearest. Friday’s story was endearing and wonderful. It doesn’t hurt that the story focused on some of my favorite fairy tales as well: The Wild Swans and The Goose Girl. The story picks up just before Saturday broke the world and we get to see what the rest of her family was doing while she was away. In the wake of the disaster Friday takes it upon herself to care for all of the children in the families who’ve been misplaced by the giant ocean. Eventually she stumbles upon Tristan and his brothers sleeping in the castle’s tower, there is an immediate connection between the two and Friday sets out to help break their curse. This sets in motion a chain of events that will take Friday further than she’d ever imagined, and teaches her more about herself and love than she ever would have staying at home. Friday’s story is my favorite of the Woodcutter Sisters series so far. Her adventure is exciting and delightful and also very funny. It was wonderful to see her blossom from the quiet character I’d seen her as in previous books to a confident woman who was willing to go to great lengths to save those she cared about. It’s often difficult to juggle multiple characters but Alethea does it with great ease. Tristan along with each of his siblings were all wonderful characters, each with their own personalities. The other characters included in this book were all enjoyable as well, I found myself particularly drawn to Conrad and Friday’s darlings, Michael, John, and Wendy (yes like in Peter Pan). I also was delighted to see more of Sunday, Rumbold, Monday, and many of the other characters I’ve come to love in the previous books. As with all of the books in her Woodcutters series Alethea Kontis weaves together a multitude of different fairy tales and stories creating one that both delights and surprises. I’m well versed in the original versions of The Wild Swans and The Goose Girl and I still found myself surprised by each and every cleaver twist in the story. Dearest will make you laugh and it will make you cry. It is a love story and an adventure. For those who’ve already read the first two books in this series I highly recommend that you get Dearest as soon as you can. For those who haven’t read the series and found this review at all intriguing please start with Enchanted (book 1) or this one won’t make very much sense. But read Dearest (or Enchanted) if you like romance, adventure, magic, fairy tales, or just a really good read. You won’t regret it. Note: I received an electronic copy of this book from Netgalley in exchange for my fair and honest opinion which I have stated above.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really want to read this book but it is over $10!!!!! WOW!!
MissPrint More than 1 year ago
Friday is an optimist and content with her life. She loves her family and her work as a talented seamstress. Her life is full. But even gentle Friday has to admit that her younger sister Saturday made an egregious error when she broke the world and called an ocean to the previously peaceful (and landlocked) borders of Arilland. While Saturday goes off to seek her fortunes on a pirate ship, her family is left behind to deal with the aftermath. Friday, in particular, soon finds herself in charge of an army of wayward children not to mention dealing with an increased need for laundry, clothes and food within the kingdom. Friday's problems increase tenfold when she finds seven cursed brothers in the highest tower of her sister Sunday's palace. When Friday sees Tristan, she knows she has found her future. But with a curse to break, an errant ocean, and other demands everywhere, there is no guarantee that Tristan and Friday will ever make it to that shared future in Dearest (2015) by Alethea Kontis. Dearest is the third book in Kontis' Woodcutter Sisters series. It is preceded by Enchanted and Hero. Kontis once again takes what could be a formulaic story and moves it in a dramatically unexpected direction with this latest installment in her delightful series. As the rhyme goes, Friday is the "loving and giving" sister which makes Friday a uniquely content heroine. Throughout the novel she remains hopeful, optimistic and above all determined. While Friday's hopes and dreams grow to include Tristan and his siblings--Friday is a refreshingly satisfied and flexible character willing to take life as it comes. With elements from traditional fairy tales and myths, Dearest is the most romantic Woodcutter adventure yet. Both Tristan and Friday add a new element to the overarching story with their narrations in this story that hints at bigger things to come for the entire Woodcutter family. Readers will also be rewarded with more of Kontis' now familiar humor and madcap pacing in this latest satisfying installment in the Woodcutter Sisters series. Possible Pairings: Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine, The Selection by Kiera Cass, Entwined by Heather Dixon, Rapunzel's Revenge by Shannon Hale, Dean Hale and Chris Hale, The Hero’s Guide to Saving Your Kingdom by Christopher Healy, Princess of Thorns by Stacey Jay, Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones,Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas, Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier, The Accidental Highwayman by Ben Tripp, A Well-Timed Enchantment by Vivian Vande Velde *An advance copy of this book was acquired for review consideration from the publisher at BEA 2014*
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EmilyAnneK17 More than 1 year ago
Dearest, by Alethea Kontis, begins after Saturday accidentally called an ocean into her landlocked country. After Saturday leaves for her adventures in Hero, the rest of her country and family must deal with the chaos that ocean brought. Friday finds herself in her sister Sunday&rsquo;s palace, overseeing an army of children. She notices a few things out of the ordinary, particularly a group of seven swans and a small servant-girl who seems to have a connection with them. Then when Friday discovers seven princes sleeping in an abandoned room in the palace, she determines to help them break their curse. Dearest was a sweet romance and a fantastic mix of some of my favorite fairytales. &ldquo;The Seven Swans&rdquo; and &ldquo;The Goose Girl&rdquo; were but two of them. I loved the way the stories were once again intermingled in new and intriguing ways. Friday&rsquo;s love story was one worth reading again. I really liked Friday. She was sweet and kind. I can relate to her very well. I enjoyed watching her interact with her children friends and her squire throughout the story. I thought it was interesting that Alethea wrote that Friday fell in love over and over again. In the fairytale world, that does not happen. But in reality, it could be possible. Some girls have crushes on several different guys. I enjoyed watching the brothers interact. Each was good at something different. I was a little confused as to which one was which, but I still enjoyed their originality. I read a review of Hero that commented on the amount of swearing involved in the book. In Dearest, I am happy to say that there is not a single curse word. The brothers in particular are said to be cursing, but the words they use remain blessedly unknown to the reader who does not prefer their use. What I did not like about the book was the way Dearest ended. After the action, the ending is perfect, romantic, and sweet. But I did not like the amount of sorcery and black magic involved in the climax. The enemy must be evil, but the readers do not have to be exposed to the dark magic in order for the story to be good. Another part of the ending involved one of the brothers. He was angry all the time. I thought that there was so much potential for him, if he would only let go of his anger. But he did an un-reversible action that made all that potential go to nothing. The action was good, but there was so much more that could have happened with him, that it saddens me. Overall, Dearest was lovely and I may just read it again one day. I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.