My rating: 2 of 5 stars
2.5 Stars out of 5 Stars
“Paris . . . there are so many emotional things on every street corner—a café where a poor Toulouse-Lautrec used to drink absinthe, a scene from a Baudelaire sonnet, a street Marie Antoinette once rode down, a corner where a revolution sparked. Hugo, Sartre, Piaf, and not to mention Coco—the list is endless! Everyone says you fall in love with Paris, but sometimes I had this burning jealousy of her.”
I so desperately wanted to like this book, but to be completely honest, it was a struggle for me to get through. Also, that quote above is the MC actually talking to someone, not a piece of inner dialogue or narrative. What sixteen-year-old talks like that? Eh… I’ll hold off on my complaints for a minute.
The Casquette Girls is a supernatural YA romance with your typical love triangle, vampires, mean girls, and even shape-shifting boys with a few historical tidbits thrown in. The main character is a sixteen-year-old native New Orleanian named Adele. She and her successful artist father return home to the battered and nearly destroyed city after a hurricane called The Storm almost completely destroyed much of the Deep South. The murder and looting are running rampant in the city, hospitals are filled to overflowing with injured and dead, and society is just barely holding on.
…but despite all that, Adele’s dad leaves her home alone all night and allows her to meander the city by herself during the day. Yup. Father of the year award. *rolls eyes*
I have read too many supernatural YA novels with two boys (one obviously better than the other “the clear choice” as I like to call him, and one being a dashing devil-may-care bad boy) chasing after a naive yet completely-unlike-any-girl-they’ve-known-before girl. Call me old, call me jaded, but I am really over this trope.
All of the men in this book are really handsy with her, and it kind of creeped me out, especially considering that all of the love interests were ACTUAL ADULTS and not teenagers. Correct me if I’m misremembering, but Nicco is in his twenties and Issac is eighteen. I just find that to be a little….concerning. Anyway, the thing that bothered me the most was that Adele is just SO NAIVE that it took her until 45% of the book to recognize what was really going on, while any reader would have figured it out about 20% of the way through at LEAST.
There’s a part 65% through the book where she FINALLY has enough and does tell one of the characters off for touching her:
“I can touch a rabbit without hurting it. Or a child—” “You’re right. I’ll try to be more careful with you.” “I’m not asking you to try. I’m telling you to stop!” My fists slammed into his chest.
But again, that was over halfway through the story. And she’s also still attracted to this guy. Ugh.
The best part about this book was the detailed descriptions of New Orleans and the French Quarter both before and after The Storm. The author was raised in New Orleans so everything felt real and authentic as you read about the food, sights, people, and smells of the city. I thought that Adele had more personality than the typical paranormal love triangle heroine, but her utter stupidity at times made me ultimately dislike her.
I did enjoy parts of Adeline’s diary and glimpse into the life of the Casquette girls, although some parts of that dragged on in my opinion. I thought the witch side of this supernatural novel was well done and interesting as well. Kinda wish it had focused more on that and less on the aggressively attractive vampires. C’est la vie.
I didn’t enjoy this book as much as I wanted to, and I thought the relationship between Adele, Issac, and Nicco was weird and forced, but if you enjoy typical supernatural romances with a bit of history thrown in you might like this one.