Adi Rule – Strange Sweet Song


Summary: A young soprano enrolls in a remote music academy where nothing, not even her mysterious young vocal coach, is as it seems

Outside Dunhammond Conservatory, there lies a dark forest. And in the forest, they say, lives a great beast called the Felix. But Sing da Navelli never put much faith in the rumors and myths surrounding the school; music flows in her blood, and she is there to sing for real. This prestigious academy will finally give her the chance to prove her worth—not as the daughter of world-renowned musicians—but as an artist and leading lady in her own right.

Yet despite her best efforts, there seems to be something missing from her voice. Her doubts about her own talent are underscored by the fact that she is cast as the understudy in the school’s production of her favorite opera, Angelique. Angelique was written at Dunhammond, and the legend says that the composer was inspired by forest surrounding the school, a place steeped in history, magic, and danger. But was it all a figment of his imagination, or are the fantastic figures in the opera more than imaginary?

Sing must work with the mysterious Apprentice Nathan Daysmoor as her vocal coach, who is both her harshest critic and staunchest advocate. But Nathan has secrets of his own, secrets that are entwined with the myths and legends surrounding Dunhammond, and the great creature they say lives there.

My rating: 3.5 out of 5

She understands, now, the dangerous, intoxicating quality of a leading role. It is as though she is the worst sort of dictator—callous and terrible and omnipotent. She wears the orchestra like a silk train, perfectly attached. Her voice fills the theater.

Sing da Navelli is a singer, an opera singer. She has a horrible name. She knows she has a horrible name. Please don’t hold it against her—or this book. That’s what you get when your father is a world-famous conductor and your late mother a legendary opera singer. Her life was written out for her before she was born.

Her parents could have named her Aria, or Harmonia, or Tessitura, or a hundred other clever names that would have alluded to her ancestry. But they weren’t for her, these names that roll or sparkle or play or simply proclaim, I am normal!

No, it was Sing. A name and a command.

Sing hates her name. I hate her name. Please do not let your prejudice against her name dissuade you from giving this book a fair shot.

This was a surprisingly good book. It was atmospheric, it portrayed a musical conservatory—the jealousies, the classes, the underlying tension very well. This book has a beautifully Gothic atmosphere, and an unusual paranormal storyline that kept me guessing. The romance is light and unexpected, the main character well-developed in terms of character. There is no girl hate, there is no slut shaming, there is plenty of music.

To my surprise, I found myself liking this book, a YA paranormal with a beautiful cover and a beautiful dress. All three of those elements usually adds up to a “RUN AWAY NOW, KHANH!”

But I liked this book. A lot. What a pleasant little surprise. I thought the book had beautiful writing, great character development, and an usual plot that—to my limited intellect—wasn’t easily predictable. Warning: those who want action—stop here. This is a very slow book, but well-written enough and well-developed enough for my enjoyment. No Mary Sues.

The Summary:

The crow turned.
It didn’t see the long, dark body, precariously, impossibly perched. It didn’t see the lashing tail or the yellowing claws. It saw only the eyes, deep and black violet, hungry and pitiless.
The crow had never seen the Felix before, but it knew to be afraid.

Something lurks in the forest behind the Dunhammond Conservatory. Something ancient, something deadly.

Sing da Navelli doesn’t know that. She is here to sing, at the most prestigious, cutthroat musical conservatory in North America. Her name precedes her. The da Navelli names is world-famous. Her family is immensely wealthy. With a nudge, a wink, and a large donation, her father—and his name can get her into just about any school. He is Maestro da Navelli, world-famous conductor. Her mother was Barbara da Navelli…renowned opera singer.

Sing still lives in her shadows.

“Have you been singing a long time?” Marta asks.

The question takes Sing by surprise. Two years, she thinks. Ever since my father decided I would become the new Barbara da Navelli.

Sing is actually a great singer. She has been dreaming of the opera Angelique her entire life, this is her chance. She will enroll at the Dunhammond Conservatory, she will perform in Angelique.

Before her father leaves, he has one final word of advice for Sing.

“Farfallina,” he says, “I leave tonight. But please promise me to stay always on the campus. They say this forest is dangerous.”
Sing tilts her head. “That sounds almost superstitious of you, Papà.”
She shrugs. “I’m not afraid of ghosts.”
Her father continues to smile, but his eyes are grave. “That is good to hear.”

Her father was right to warn her. It’s a tough, competitive school, but the competition isn’t the only thing that’s cutthroat. There is something in the forest. Something related to the opera Angelique.

That legendary opera revolves around the myth of a creature named The Felix. It’s not a myth.

The man stood, still shaking with cold or fear. The Felix took another step closer and looked into his eyes.
She saw his pain and disease, his hope, his uncertainty. A sleeping part of her mind stirred from where it lay curled around her memories of home. For a moment, she was mesmerized.
Then it passed.
She tore out his throat.

The Felix isn’t the only strange creature in the forest, there is also a crow, a man, a thing.

He squinted hard, then recoiled.
It was a human arm.
There was something wrong about it. It didn’t look strange, exactly, except for the tattoo.
Then one of the pale fingers began to move.

Sing doesn’t know about any of this. She only knows what’s inside herself, and that is uncertainty, fear, and the knowledge that she cannot sing to the full extent of her abilities. There’s something missing. Something feels terribly wrong.

Sing’s hands start to shake. She doesn’t say, I can’t sing Angelique for real. Not yet. Admitting that would be sure to squash any chance she has of getting the lead. There’s no need for anyone here to know her secret—that despite her blood and her training, there is still something…wrong…with her voice.

Her audition is a disaster.

She backs off, worried that if she pushes too hard, the sound will become wobbly or, worse, break altogether. She can’t move her jaw. She tries to decrescendo on the last note, but the bottom just drops out and she’s left with a weak little whine.

Instead of the lead, she becomes the understudy. Sing is barely good enough for the role of understudy, as she is so cruelly reminded.

“Considering how badly you butchered your audition, I should have cast you as the mute. But the plain fact is we need an understudy, and you were the only decent soprano available.”

It’s tough going, there is a diva at school who is a better singer. She has friends, but what does it mean when she cannot sing the role of her dreams. The forest calls to her. She is constantly challenged, criticized by her teachers, snickers abound everywhere, people whisper about her behind her back. It is a tough thing to be the daughter of two famous parents.

She turns, but as she expected, none of the girls are looking at her. They appear deeply entrenched in their own conversation. “I like to sing,” one of them says. The other two laugh and snort.

It’s a horrible name to bear, when you can’t even do what you love. To make it worse, the professors at her school hate her, including the school laughingstock, Daysmoors, or as the students call him. Plays-poor.

Plays-poor. The disgraced vampire. He seems to have the temperament for it. Booed off the stage during his only performance.

All is not well at the campus. There is a young man, named Nathan, imprisoned by someone’s obsession.

It doesn’t matter. The crystal is here, and he will have it back soon.
Then no one will take Nathan away ever again.

The Felix still lurks in the forest, waiting, always, for its prey. There is a myth, The Felix is said to grant wishes.

The great, black forest betrays no sign of life, no indication of a magical, wish-granting beast. Sing wonders what she would wish for given the opportunity.

The crow. The Felix. Sing. The mystery of Nathan. It will all come to a crescendo as the performance of Angelique approaches.

The Writing & The Plot: I loved the writing, it lent the book a a dark, Gothic atmosphere, and it works quite well. The writing is beautiful, poetic without being purple prosy. The atmosphere is perfect, it’s everything I want. An isolated music school on the edge of a forest? Heck, yeah! The writing completely supports and reinforces the setting of the book.

The plot is slow. Do not expect nonstop excitement here. It is very much a slow burn. It is intertwined with various strands of 3rd-person narratives, between The Felix, an unnamed madman, and Sing, the narrator. It did not bother me, it confused me at first, but the mystery tied itself up quite nicely. Those who hate multiple narratives and slow paces will not enjoy this book.

The Setting:

Quand il se trouvera dans la forêt sombre…She finds herself humming an all-too-familiar aria. When he finds himself in the dark forest…

I love forest settings. I love boarding school settings. This book delivers on both fronts. With every other chapter, we find ourselves in the forest, seeing things through the eyes of the mysterious Felix, as he/she/it prowls, and it is deliciously creepy.

The rustling of trees, the odd snap or scrape from the forest.
The moon illuminated the walkway that ran the length of the building and ended abruptly at the grassy quadrangle.
Must have been just another creak from the old door.
There it was again.
A low, rasping groan coming from the roof. Perhaps not human after all.

This book is set in a school. There are classes! Whoo! Yeah, you may think it’s odd that I get excited about this, but trust me when I say that there are a surprising number of boarding school books that barely include any details about the actual fucking school whatsoever. There are many students here, BESIDES THE MAIN CHARACTER (WHOO!). There are actual classes (WHOO!). There are actual musical lessons.

Professor Needleman looks at her. “We all think too much. Here, go grab that broom from the corner.”
For the rest of her lesson, Sing sings while balancing a broom, bristles up, on her palm. Following the subtle, capricious swaying of the broom, not letting it fall, takes all her focus and energy.

There are other students. Many students. People interact, they make friends, they have realistic relationships. This truly feels like a book that takes place in a boarding school.

She is completely surprised when Jenny stretches out a hand and says, “It sucks that you didn’t get the part you wanted. I think maybe it sucks more than Marta and I know. But look, we’re on your side, okay?” She looks into Sing’s eyes, and Sing feels real in a way she hasn’t for a long time.

The Main Character: In so many YA books, the book is completely ruined by the idiotic, Mary Sue characters. This book is not one of them. Sing is not a brat. She has wealthy, famous parents, but she is never a cruel brat. She has insecurities (well, what do you expect, having two world-famous parents?). She goes through disappointments. She goes through bouts of self-pity, where she just wants someone to tell her what she’s believed about herself all along: Sing, you’re not worth it.

Jenny says, “What’s up with you, Sing?”
Marta shushes her, but Sing looks up coolly. “What do you mean?”
Jenny looks right at her. “What’s the matter?”
“Leave her alone, Jenny,” Marta says, cutting steamed carrots.
“No! She’s been acting rotten all lunch. I’m sick of it.”
Sing is silent, in no mood for Jenny’s frankness. Her hackles rise. Go ahead, she thinks. Tell me I don’t belong here. Tell me my father is buying my career. Tell me I’ll never sing Angelique for real.

Sing snaps out of it. She accepts critique. She accepts disappointments, even if it takes her awhile to get over a slump.

What am I doing? Sing thinks. Do I think my life will be better if I get bad grades? If I get kicked out of the conservatory?

She works hard to train herself and her voice.

Man, if anyone has self-esteem issues, it’s Sing. She constantly lives under the shadow of her late, beloved mother. Even her professors see her as a washed-out imitation of her mother, without her talent.

The Maestro raises his voice just a little and looks at the president. “You know, my mother was a nurse. Would you come to me if you broke your arm? I mean, what are we trying to do here? I’m sorry the public misses Barbara da Navelli, but it’s not our job to bring her back!”
No one says, That’s her mother you’re talking about. No one says that.

The Romance: No spoilers, because it’s part of the story, but I thought the romance was unexpected, and so well-done. I recently read another book that took place in a boarding school setting, which was horrible, because of the tremendous amount of insta-love (See Liv, Forever). There is no insta-love in this book. There is really well relationship development, and I may be dumb, but I couldn’t have predicted the romance in this book when I started.

It is not a mindless, blind love story. The characters don’t start off liking one another. They help each other, they grow, they learn to trust.

But she realizes his touch is no different from that of Professor Needleman, or Maestra Collins, or any of them. This closeness they are sharing will be over in a moment. It isn’t real—it only has the shape of truth. He is interested in her cartilage, not her skin; her trachea, not her neck; her consonants, not her mouth.

This book has its faults, it felt overly long, and the overall mystery is quite strange, and I didn’t feel it was adequately resolved. Still, I greatly enjoyed the writing, the atmosphere, and the characters. Recommended.

3 thoughts on “Adi Rule – Strange Sweet Song”

  1. OHHHH I’m definitely drawn towards the musical atmosphere of this book! Sing is such an odd name, but you can sense there’s lots of complicated back story going on in her life. Unexpected finds like this makes reading so much more interesting! Will be checking this book out =)

    Alicia @ Summer Next Top Story

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