According to ancient Chinese legends, the Cranes take your soul to the heavens once your physical body dies. This book is pretty much like the Crane to the soul. The book has a certain vibe that touches your soul. The characters are people that you see grow throughout the pages of the novel. These characters are not without flaws and neither are the villains all evil. Every character has a reason to back up his or her activities. It is not a very deal. It is realistic in all the essence of the word. Even the magical portions have a touch of realism. It has already been a year or two since its release, but if you have not tried it yet, then keep scrolling and know why it is now high time that you should.
Princess Hesina has always preferred to avoid the burdens of the throne, but when her loving father is assassinated, she is pushed into power, becoming the queen of a volatile country. When the word of the king’s death—her father’s death—bursts violently and haphazardly into Yan, Hesina finds herself thrown into a drama she hardly understands. Then, all too quickly, it is neatened, ironed, and discarded without even a crease. But the young princess is certain that her father had been assassinated, and she felt compelled to seek justice for him.
Hesina goes to extreme lengths to uncover her father’s murderer. She seeks the assistance of a soothsayer—a traitorous act punishable by law as magic is forbidden in Yan. The Soothsayer leads her to Akira, who is a convicted criminal with his background and intentions unknown to the readers.
One revelation leads to another, and having ripped open the store of hidden truths her father carried with him to the grave, Hesina’s dream for a healthier and brighter Yan crumbles all at once. All that remains is the wailing phantom of a kid who had so genuinely trusted and adored her father, her delusions now eternally crushed and destroyed.
Descendant of the Crane first flounders before settling into a rhythm. I believe the work might have been better controlled since it occasionally feels a lot less like a plot and more like a random chain of events. Some characters’ purpose of existence in the tale is merely the degree to which they progress Hesina’s arc without resolving into their own. They barely have any personality to generate a worthwhile existence; others begin with impressive arcs but are substantially get reduced in an unsettling twist.
Furthermore, when it comes to the love interest, Akira, my list of favorites shrinks drastically. It’s something about him that doesn’t quite fit in well with the rest of the universe of the novel, as if he were spliced in from a separate narrative. Akira appears so seldom that it feels as though the narrative is determined to keep the reader at a safe distance from him. His participation in the tale makes little sense, and Akira rapidly loses the sliver of an edge that had made him fascinating in the first place.
Hasina’s arc is an interesting and realistic one. The text does not hide the fact that Hesina is carrying a huge amount of responsibility on her shoulders. The court is not an easy engine that can be steered in the direction of her desires by putting pressure here and there. Hesina finds she can no longer hold onto her father’s memory, nor hold on to his lessons tenaciously.
Joan He resists categorizing characters as “good” or “evil,” enabling villains to be multidimensional and have genuine motives for their acts. As Hesina adapts to her newfound authority as the queen, she finds herself connecting to her adversaries and questioning the entirely generous picture of her father that she had always held. I enjoyed how the writer doesn’t just stay on the surface, but really delves into complicated feelings.
Descendant of the Crane was a narrative about humans in an inhuman universe- a nation carrying the scars of millennia past, its unhealed wounds and cutting deep, its anger and hatred festering like rot.
It was a narrative of a queen who tried to mend her kingdom, to patch its wounds and soothe its aches—a queen who, eventually, rose from the muck of her anxieties and uncertainties, of her despair and anguish, to emerge like a flower from the mud: strong, robust, and magnificent.
Lastly, here is an honest review of the writing style of the novel. It was not bad. But it was not entirely good either. The first half of the novel maintained a steady pace. The second half was consistent with abrupt twists. Up till here, there were not many things that went wrong with the writing. However, after a point, the word building might look a bit tedious. Even if we were to consider the fact that most young adult novels have free-flowing knitting in their texts, this novel lets little too lose on that note.
Apart from this one little thing though there really is not much wrong with the book. Rather it has a very engaging style. The reader might often feel immersed in the story, taking part in the adversaries that fall upon the characters, celebrating the little victories and sympathizing with them too.
If you like fiction then this would be one of the best fiction that you could ever read. Now, there are of course certain critical and technical drawbacks that one can point out especially regarding the writing style of the text. But if you could just move past it call mother novel does have a lot to offer as a literary piece. Giving it a shot would not be that bad an idea.