Bright Dead Things (Bitter Legacies 1) by Hailey Turner | Book Review

If the forest stares back at you, you’re already prey.

Bran Gallagher grew up with three rules passed down through his coven: beware forest paths that lead to dangerous mounds, always keep iron close, and never speak of magic.

Cillian Dunne grew up with his mother’s love, his father’s absence, and secret warnings to never trust a witch.

In Pelham’s forest, where bright lights haunt the trees and hunt the lost, there are traditions kept for survival and others out of habit, none of which should be broken.

Bran and Cillian unknowingly broke tradition and ruined each other in the aftermath of a kiss years ago. Reunited in the wake of a family tragedy, they cross paths with something old, something terrifying—something that wants them dead. When Bran’s younger sister is stolen away by a nightmare into the Otherworld, they can only follow and try to keep each other alive in a strange and haunting land.

Trapped in a dangerous Fae Court, Bran learns being a witch comes with a death sentence. To save him, Cillian must fight against those who seek power from a past he has no memory of, and the only person he can trust is the witch who broke his heart.

But it might be too late.

For the Fae have never been kind, and they have always hungered, and this time, what they hunger for is revenge.

How was it?

One of the weird things about me is that when I pick up one of my trusted authors’ books, I sometimes don’t want to know anything about it before diving in. That’s been my approach with Hailey Turner after Soulbound. At most, tell me there are witches, Fae, and a new fantasy world to explore, and I’m in.

Unfortunately, I accidentally read the blurb before starting Bright Dead Things. I say unfortunately because the blurb reveals an event that doesn’t happen immediately enough, and for the entire first quarter of the book, I found myself waiting for that moment instead of fully experiencing the story as it unfolded. It’s not the book’s fault, but it definitely changed my reading experience a little.

I still got pulled into the story. I sat down to read a few chapters and suddenly found myself around 20% into the book without really noticing, which is a good sign since I’m a slow reader.

The biggest strength of Bright Dead Things is its atmosphere. The forest is eerie, the Otherworld feels dangerous, and there’s this constant sense that something is lurking in the edges, just beyond sight. Turner is very good at worldbuilding and creating an atmosphere; here, it’s a creeping feeling that something is wrong long before the characters fully realize it themselves.

This book is very fantasy-forward; the romance between Bran and Cillian is almost an afterthought. Yes, there’s some longing, but it’s a genuine slow burn. I’m happy with that here because the story and world surrounding it are more interesting to me than a second-chance romance. The world, the mysteries, and the hints of larger dangers kept me engaged while the relationship developed at its own pace.

The one thing I wasn’t entirely sold on was the magic system. It feels a bit loose compared to fantasy worlds with clearly defined magical rules. The casting itself, mostly Bran’s and his witchmarks, often sounded complicated and time-consuming. I feel like Bran could get shot before witchmarking himself a shield, and maybe that’s the point, he’s not supposed to duck and hide, so he could raise a shield, lol.

There’s a slow build, with clues and unsettling details scattered throughout the first half, before everything starts accelerating. The first quarter of the novel is largely spent setting up the events described in the blurb, which is why I’m annoyed I read it! It’s really around the halfway point that the pace picks up significantly, bringing more action, revelations, and a clearer picture of the larger threat lurking behind everything.

I enjoy that gradual crescendo because I’ve come to trust Turner. I know she’s building toward something worthwhile. But I worry about how a brand-new reader would feel about it. If you’re unfamiliar with her talent, the slower first half might require a bit more patience, but if you(re familiar, enjoy the ride.

I am invested in seeing where this series goes next, despite not being quite as attached to Bran and Cillian as I usually am after the first book of a Hailey Turner series. I like them. They’re good characters, I care about what happens to them. I’d be annoyed if they get hurt or killed, but it wouldn’t ruin my day at this point. I haven’t formed a deeper emotional attachment yet.

However, the mysteries introduced here, the larger mythology taking shape, and the unanswered questions left hanging have me eager to return to this world.

Overall, Bright Dead Things is a strong opening to a new fantasy series. It’s atmospheric, creepy, full of intriguing folklore, and steadily builds toward something much bigger. If you’re willing to embrace a slower start and enjoy stories where the mysteries unfold piece by piece, there’s a lot here to enjoy.

⭐⭐⭐⭐

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The Day of the Jackal by Frederick Forsyth (Book Review) | A Chillingly Precise Political Thriller That Feels Real

The Jackal. A tall, blond Englishman with opaque, gray eyes. A killer at the top of his profession. A man unknown to any secret service in the  world. An assassin with a contract to kill the world’s most heavily guarded man.

One  man with a rifle who can change the course of history. One man whose mission is so secretive not even his employers know his name. And as the minutes count down to the final act of execution, it seems that there is no power on earth that can stop the Jackal.

How was it?

The Day of the Jackal is often described as a classic political thriller, but it really came on my radar when the Eddie Redmayne’s TV series was on the horizon. What struck me the most about this book is how much it feels like a meticulously constructed case study, almost like an investigative documentary, before it even becomes a fictional story.

The early sections of the novel, there are four parts of them, I think, are incredibly detailed, laying out the chain of events that lead to the hiring of the Jackal. Forsyth takes his time here, and while that might sound heavy, it’s anything but dull. Instead, it reads like a fascinating deep dive into the anatomy of an assassination plot. The inclusion of the Algerian War of Independence adds a strong historical background, effectively showing why someone like Charles de Gaulle was deeply polarizing and targeted.

What makes this novel particularly compelling is its blend of fact and fiction. Because parts of the story are rooted in real historical tensions, making the fictional elements feel grounded and believable. That sense of realism never really fades, even as the narrative shifts more squarely into thriller territory.

One of the standout aspects for me is the level of detail, especially when it comes to the Jackal’s preparations. The specifications of the rifle, the disguises, and the step-by-step planning are incredibly precise. Normally, this level of technical detail might slow a story down, but Forsyth manages to keep it engaging throughout. The pacing flows surprisingly well, and the perspective shifts between the assassin and those trying to stop him, pulling you right into the process on both sides.

That said, this same precision is also what holds the book back from being truly great in my eyes. There’s a certain emotional distance to the narrative. It feels intentionally cold, which makes sense given the subject matter and the character of the Jackal, but it also means I was more intellectually engaged than emotionally invested. I was fascinated by how everything would unfold, but I wasn’t deeply attached to the outcome, just curious.

Having just seen the TV adaptation of the story, I also found it interesting to compare portrayals. The Jackal’s meticulous nature, his attention to detail, use of aliases like “Duggan,” and careful planning are very much present here and clearly form the backbone of those adaptations. However, while the TV version added more emotional weight, the novel remains more clinical in its execution. It does make me curious about which elements different adaptations chose to use or leave out.

Overall, The Day of the Jackal is an impressively crafted thriller that excels in realism, structure, and details. Even if it doesn’t fully deliver on emotional depth, it’s a gripping and highly intelligent read that stands out for its precision and authenticity.

⭐⭐⭐⭐

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