When I came across Dorothy Must Die I was ecstatic! An Oz unlike any that I had ever read about before. Quickly I reserved it at my library and began reading it as soon as I got it (even though I had a huge stack of other books to read). Unfortunately, my overall feeling about this book is disappointment.
I could go into a lot of detail about what disappointed me about this book, I even rewrote this review because it was getting ridiculously long. But, my main issue with this book comes down to one thing; the first-person narrative. Here are two reasons some of the ways that the first-person narrative ruined this book.
This book had so much potential that was lost in the thoughts and information dumping via dialogue. It truly is the killer of most first-person narrative. Unless the character finds the information they have to be told it for bot them and the reader. This wastes so much time for the actual plot and character development that by the time that you are at the middle of the book you are just confused, if not asleep.
The lack of space for proper character development needed for a truly kick ass story. This story is chalk full of stereotypical actions, behaviors, and characters that it became hard to swallow sometimes. For example, Dorothy herself. I love villains that have some “oomph” to them, that you wonder why they are doing what they are doing? Could they be actually good somewhere deep deep down? Dorothy was none of those things. She was this:
“Instead of farm-girl cotton it was silk and chiffon. The cut was somewhere between haute couture and French hooker. The bodice nipped, tucked, and lifted. There was cleavage.
Lots of cleavage.”
Oh, come on now! Villainous women have to be provocatively dressed and use their sexuality like weapons right? Dorothy couldn’t have been evil if she still wore her pigtails and blue gingham jumper? Actually, I think that I would have crapped myself if I would have found that version more then this hyper-sexualized version. The only woman that didn’t have breasts flying out of their clothes was Amy, old crones, and one goth Munchkin. This is only an example of the stereotypical behavior that was shown in this book.
One thing that I did enjoy about this story was the Scarecrow, Tin Man, and the Lion and how they where pictured to be like now that Dorothy got her twisted hands on them. The Lion was especially terrifying to imagine and that was GREAT, LOVED IT.. If only Dorothy had been as scary we might had a different book.
All in all, I would say that I might read the sequels or short stories if I have time just to see if things get a little better now that the “world building” phase is done. But as for recommending this book that could be up in the air. Some people loved this book but again, it wasn’t for me.