Let me tell you how I tackled “Is Wanda the Wicked?”. Grabbed it off the shelf Monday morning after seeing folks online argue about it. Coffee steaming, phone on silent – figured I’d knock it out fast.
Dove straight in after pouring that first cup. Opening chapter hooked me kinda? Wanda’s this kid with weird, creepy little habits everyone in her small town whispers about. Author sets a mood alright, all grey skies and sideways looks. Got through maybe fifty pages before my coffee went cold. Was intrigued enough, thought “Okay, maybe this is wicked good?”
That Messy Middle Part
Next day, picked it back up after lunch. Here’s where things got… sticky. Like my fingers finding a jam smear on the cover.
- Found myself rereading paragraphs. Same page, three times? Stuff wasn’t clicking.
- Secondary characters popped up. Dave? Carol? Couldn’t keep ‘em straight or figure why they mattered.
- Wanda’s “wickedness” felt… flimsy? Petty pranks mostly. Kept waiting for the real darkness, the punch.
Honestly, my eyes started skimming. Just wanted something big to happen. The whole middle chunk draaagged like my aunt’s holiday stories. Nearly gave up right there. Phone almost won the battle.
The Final Push & The Verdict
Decided to push through last night. Crammed onto the couch, determined to finish. Ending finally gave me a jolt – couple decent twists actually landed, felt like the book woke up! But was it enough? Eh. Felt rushed after all that slog. Closed the book just feeling… whelmed. Not over, not under. Just done.
So here’s my honest take after the whole experience:
- Hooked at the start? Yup.
- Lost me bad in the middle? Absolutely.
- Ending saved it? Only a little bit.
- “Wicked Good”? Nope. Not to me. More like… frustratingly okay. Wanted way more wicked and way more good.
Final rating? Gave it two strong coffees out of five. Needed way more caffeine to get through those dead pages in the middle. Glad I finished? Sure. Rushing out to tell everyone it’s amazing? Nah. Boom. There it is.
