My husband is probably getting ready to banish me from our living room. The poor guy is trying to kick back and watch TV after a long day at work, but I’m not making it easy for him. Every time he starts to relax, I unintentionally disturb the peace by grumbling to myself and exclaiming, “Are you kidding me?” and “Wow, I can’t believe she’s such an idiot!” while shaking Tris and Izzie in disgust.
I’d say Tris and Izzie exasperated me from beginning to end, but I didn’t actually make it to the end. The sheer absurdity of this book led me to call it quits around the midway mark.
The problems with this novel begin early on. One of the things that turned me off is how Harrison casually tosses outrageous revelations and occurrences into the story, with no apparent attempt at making the transitions seem natural. For example, in the very beginning Izzie and her best friend Branna are walking through the halls of their high school, chatting about GPAs, dating, and other run-of-the-mill topics. Then, in the midst of this oh-so-average high school scene, Harrison casually drops the line, “Branna knew my mom was a witch,” completely throwing me off. It was so abrupt and nonchalant, and it didn’t really fit.
This just kept happening. Two-headed dogs, giants, bizarre relationship twists, and unnecessary truth serums pop up at random, resulting in a story that feels goofy and disjointed.
Another reason I couldn’t bring myself to finish Tris and Izzie is that the titular characters annoyed the heck out of me. Izzie is a nincompoop with a habit of slapping people across the face (again, so random), and Tristan is nothing but a pretty boy with a woefully stilted manner of speaking. His most amusing line, (“Mark, could I offer to fetch some refreshments for the group?”), delivered during a homecoming football game, had me rolling my eyes and grumbling loudly enough to cause my husband to give me the hairy eyeball.
The whole thing is so annoying and overdone that I had no choice but to set it aside. I love the legend of Tristan and Isolde, but not enough to keep reading this version of the story.