When I picked up Hush, Hush, I had big expectations for it. It was apparently meant to be refreshing and unique, something different. It was different. But not necessarily in a good way.
Nora Grey has never been one for romance. That is, until she gains a new biology partner – the mysterious Patch. Nora is immediately drawn to him, but after a series of terrifying ordeals, she’s not sure who to trust. Patch seems to know everything about her, even the things that she told absolutely nobody. And she’s scared. Yet she can’t run away.
Nora soon discovers that she is in the centre of an ancient war between the immortal and those who have fallen; now it’s time for her to make a decision which could destroy her life forever: choose a side.
Sounds good, right? The plot was fairly good; at times it was utterly confusing, but it was thought out pretty well and was gripping, at times.
However, something that Fitzpatrick didn’t execute well was the characters.
Sure, Patch was pretty interesting, as was another new kid at the school, Elliot, who had a mysterious past. Nora’s best friend Vee was also interesting and probably my favourite character. But the worst character for a plethora of reasons was the one character who should’ve been the strongest. Nora.
Imagine this: a mysterious person who looks a lot like Patch attacks you in the middle of the night, breaking into your house. He seems to know everything about you and is probably some creepy stalker. So what do you do? Suspect him, blocking him out of your life, or decide to trust him? I’m sure you would say the former.
Nora said the former, too. At least for a chapter. The next she decided to throw away her doubts for no particular reason and trust him with all her heart. *SPOILER* Even after Patch admitted he was out to kill her, Nora still trusted him even more. */END SPOILER*
Seriously. She was such a stupid character. I was questioning whether she had any brains at all. She made me so annoying; her stupid decisions, crazy thoughts, ugh. She continually jumps to the strangest of conclusions. All the time. I read a review in which the reviewer compared Nora to that silly girl in a horror movie who runs upstairs instead of out the front door, and then proceeds to say that Nora is even worse. I couldn’t agree more.
The writing wasn’t lackluster, although it was at the same time nothing to write home about. At the end of the day, an awful main character destroyed any hope of this being a good book. The plot was interesting, and if Nora had not been Nora, but instead a character who was less annoying and actually thought a bit, I would have liked it.
I was intrigued to find out there’s a sequel. I can’t imagine where Fitzpatrick will go next.