DearThe Wrath and the Dawn, We need to talk. I was thinking after 80 pages of prose, 3 days of events and 10 main characters you and I would have formDearThe Wrath and the Dawn, We need to talk. I was thinking after 80 pages of prose, 3 days of events and 10 main characters you and I would have formed at least a slight attachment. It was love at first sight, but sadly, your pretty cover and exciting premise were nothing but a hollow shell. So this is why we broke up: - I thought you were a new twist of a well-known fairytale. You tuned out to be a nearly exact retelling of The 1001 Nights. Compared to the stunningly original reimagining of Cinderella that was Cinder, you're a mere copy of your "source of inspiration". - I was in for an emotional love story. I was left with the impression that you were a powerful tale that would challenge my idea of love. I was expecting a Beauty and the Beast-style romance, and all I got was a pitiful attempt at making me ignore my common sense and fall for an insta-love. I'm sorry, but two nights of rape and storytelling do not form an emotional connection between two strangers. - I had my hopes up for an action-packed plot. Instead, you were overfilled with descriptions of clothing, food and architecture, most of which were completely unnecessary. I constantly confused all the foreign terms you threw at me, and you never really shared the mythology or rules of your universe. I couldn't even tell who was related to whom half the time. - Most dissapointingly, I failed to get to know your characters as much as I wanted to. The omniscient narrator didn't allow me to get to the hearts of your side cast. I kept looking for a crack of your "love" interest's armor, but he remained ever so mysteriously shallow. - And lastly, you lied to me about having a kickass female protagonist. She's more of a badass-wannabe if anything, a girl who never played her cards wisely and let her big mouth and reckless attitude get her in the wrong place at the wrong time. For all the talking she does, I would have thought she knew better than to waste her chance at avenging a loved one's death. Wouldn't it have been nice if Shazi had succeeded, and then she, Tariq and their families had had the whole country on their heels? Maybe then it could have worked out between us. We'll never know.