Wink, Poppy, Midnight is the most irritating YA I read this year

Wink, Poppy, Midnight is the most irritating YA I read this year

The Amazon tag line for Wink, Poppy, Midnight reads,

The intrigue of The Raven Boys and the “supernatural or not” question of The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer coalesce in this young adult mystery, where nothing is quite as it seems, no one is quite who you think, and everything can change on a dime.

My tag line for this book would read

This is nothing like The Raven Boys, and the only connection to The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer is the fact that there are insane people in the book.  Based on your familiarity with the unreliable narrator, which has flooded the YA book market this past year, you will probably guess what is going on despite our best efforts to fool you with twists.

Two Stars


Goodreads Summary

Every story needs a hero.
Every story needs a villain.
Every story needs a secret.

Wink is the odd, mysterious neighbor girl, wild red hair and freckles. Poppy is the blond bully and the beautiful, manipulative high school queen bee. Midnight is the sweet, uncertain boy caught between them. Wink. Poppy. Midnight. Two girls. One boy. Three voices that burst onto the page in short, sharp, bewitching chapters, and spiral swiftly and inexorably toward something terrible or tricky or tremendous.

What really happened?
Someone knows.
Someone is lying.

My Thoughts

I’m sure there are people who will enjoy this story.  Unfortunately I am not one of them.  It grated on my nerves because it felt too designed and false.  From the moment it opens with the Gillian Flynn knockoff of a Gone Girl narrator to the appearance of the next narrator, the manic pixie dream girl who will be her rival for the affection of a schmo of a broody emo boy (third narrator), I knew I wasn’t going to be happy. Intrigued. Confused. Not delighted.  The pretty prose does little to make up for what is essentially a game of a plot – a game that most readers will see coming from a mile away because the entire scenario makes readers suspicious of everyone.  I don’t think real teens act like this unless they are mentally ill.  Calculating, manipulative, and representing the worst of humanity – they don’t redeem themselves in any way.  Trendy and artsy fartsy, yes.  Insightful or meaningful?  No.  I don’t feel this is an appropriate read for humans with souls, but if you can’t resist, you should probably at least resist until you are in high school.

I received an ARC of this book from the publisher via Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review.


About queenbook

When the final bell rings, I stash those messy piles of essays and analysis assignments in a desk drawer and I head home to a pile of good books. My kids and dog eat too many chicken nuggets and the house could be neater, but as long as I get my daily read, I guess we are doing all right. When I was twelve and fifteen and eighteen and twenty, I believed I needed to get out there and do those things I had just been reading about, which ended in disaster, tears, a tattoo that scares me every time I catch a glimpse of it in the mirror, and the realization that some of us are meant for action, and some of us are meant to critique the pace of action in a book. I read primarily YA fiction as I have a rather hulking classroom library and a hundred high school readers to engage daily. Nothing makes me happier than coming to school and finding an impatient teenager waiting by my door to turn in a book and get another one just like it. I adore a good zombie, a medieval princess, or girl assassin (I would like them all in one book if you are a writer looking for some inspiration). I add historical mystery to my wish list a year in advance, and you should get out of my way when the next Outlander book comes out. I have an embarrassing fondness for rock star books, but only if they don’t get too trashy and embarrass me. My favorite book of all time is The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery. My book boyfriends include Gilbert Blythe, Alonzo Wilder, and Jamie Fraser. They are mine and you can’t have them.

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