by Gita Trelease


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Love. Magic. Revolution...Gita Trelease’s debut fantasy about an orphaned girl who uses dark magic to save her sister and herself from ruin is “a soaring success” (NPR)!

Paris is a labyrinth of twisted streets filled with beggars and thieves, revolutionaries and magicians. Camille Durbonne is one of them. She wishes she weren’t...

When smallpox kills her parents, Camille must find a way to provide for her younger sister while managing her volatile brother. Relying on magic, Camille painstakingly transforms scraps of metal into money to buy food and medicine they need. But when the coins won’t hold their shape and her brother disappears with the family’s savings, Camille pursues a richer, more dangerous mark: the glittering court of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette.

Using dark magic forbidden by her mother, Camille transforms herself into a baroness and is swept up into life at the Palace of Versailles, where aristocrats both fear and hunger for magic. As she struggles to reconcile her resentment of the rich with the allure of glamour and excess, Camille meets a handsome young inventor, and begins to believe that love and liberty may both be possible.

But magic has its costs, and soon Camille loses control of her secrets. And when revolution erupts, Camille must choose—love or loyalty, democracy or aristocracy, reality of magic—before Paris burns.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250295521
Publisher: Flatiron Books
Publication date: 02/05/2019
Series: Enchantée Series
Pages: 464
Sales rank: 60,772
Product dimensions: 6.10(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.60(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Gita Trelease was born in Sweden and has lived in New York, Paris, and a tiny village in central Italy, but has spent much of her life in New England. She attended Yale College and NYU, where she earned a PhD in English literature. Find her online at gitatrelease.com or on Twitter @GitaTrelease.

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Yves Rencourt, the chandler's apprentice, had lost his wig.

After the last customer left the shop, he searched through baskets of curling wicks and blocks of beeswax and teetering stacks of bills. Rien. It was nowhere to be found. And he needed the wig for tonight: he alone was to deliver candles for the Comte d'Astignac's party, which would last until the sun came up. This was Yves's chance to be noticed. To rise. And he didn't want to show up wearing his own hair, looking ridiculous. He had to look promising. Like someone who could be Somebody.

At least his coat was good, he thought, as he lifted the dove-gray silk from its hook and shrugged it on. And voilà — there the damned wig was, its long white hair tied back with a black satin bow. He pulled the wig on and cocked an admiring eyebrow at his reflection in the window: he was no longer a tradesman's apprentice. He was absolument parfait.

Into a canvas satchel he tucked his most precious candles, the ones he'd tinted the hazy apricots and violets of dawn. All he needed now was money for the carriage. From under the counter he heaved up the strongbox and lifted its lid to reveal a shining pile of coins: rivulets of gold louis and livres and tiny sous. Candles were good business. No matter how little bread there was, how few people bought snuffboxes or plumed hats, they all needed light. In the back, Maître Orland kept the cheap tallow candles that reeked of hooves. They sold more of those every day. But in the front of the shop, nestled in boxes and dangling from their wicks were Yves's own lovelies: wax candles, their colors like enchantments. A rose pink that made old women seem young, a watery gray that reminded him of the ocean. And one day soon — he dreamed — he'd make candles for the queen.

For like himself, Marie Antoinette loved extraordinary things. Yves would make candles to suit her every fancy, candles she'd never even dreamed of. He'd be asked to make thousands, because in the endless rooms and halls of Versailles, candles were never lit twice.

From his coat pocket he pulled a leather purse and began to flick livres into the bag. Clink, clink, clink. But one coin made him pause. It was a louis d'or, seemingly no different from the others. Yet to someone who handled candles, always checking the soft wax for imperfections, it felt off. Holding it to the fading afternoon light, he saw nothing wrong. He put the gold coin between his teeth and bit it. It was as hard as any other. And yet. He found another louis and held one in each hand, weighing them. He closed his eyes. Yes — the one in his right hand was lighter. Still, who but a true craftsman such as himself would notice? He was about toss it back in the box when it twitched.

The louis d'or was moving.

Yves yelped and flung it onto the counter. The coin spun in a tight circle and dropped flat. As it lay there, its edges began to ripple, like beeswax in a flame.

"Mon Dieu," he muttered. What in God's name was happening?

The louis twisted upon itself and flipped over. The king's face with its curved nose had vanished, the familiar crown and shield, too. And as Yves stared, the coin lost its roundness, thinning and separating until it looked like a bent harness buckle. He reached out a tentative finger to touch it.

It was a bent harness buckle.

With a cry, he reached for the strongbox. Mixed in with the coins was an ugly tin button, dented on one side, and a crooked piece of type, a letter Q. Worthless scraps of metal.

He remembered her exactly. He'd even flirted with her. Red hair, freckles across her sharp cheekbones. Hungry. Not that that excused it. How she'd done it he had no idea — but what a fool he was to take a gold louis from a girl in a threadbare cloak. If he hadn't been dreaming of the figure he'd cut at the comte's house, he would have thought twice. Idiot! Maître Orland was going to kill him.

He wrenched open the door and yelled into the crowded street. "Help! Police! We've been robbed!"


But Camille had already slipped away through the arches of an arcade, across a tiny cobbled square, down a narrow lane perfumed by the scent of fresh bread, and into the bakery, where she now stood. She set her heavy basket, filled with candles and a rind of cheese, on the floor between her feet.

She inhaled deeply. Heaven must be like this. Like piles of raisin-studded rolls, braided brioches that flaked a rain of buttery gold when you bit into them, baguettes as long as your arm and still warm inside, sweet pastries that made your mouth water. The women ahead of her took their time, complaining about the cost of bread.

"Don't blame me," the baker's wife snapped. "Blame the weather! Blame the queen! She'd rather fill her wardrobe than her people's bellies."

"It's true!" another woman grumbled. "Madame Déficit spends money like it's going out of style. And how does she pay for it all?" The woman grimaced. "With our money! They'll tax us even after we're dead and in the ground."

Camille's fingers twitched with impatience. People complained about the king and queen and they complained about the nobles, even when there was absolutely nothing that could be done to change things. Her father the printer had called the nobles bloodsuckers, but even he'd needed their business.

Hurry. Soon it would be evening, shadows gathering in the city's crooked places. Pickpockets would slink out, madams looking to trap young girls, men who didn't keep their hands to themselves.

"Oui, mademoiselle?"

Camille nodded at the day-old loaves. "I'll take one of those." She hesitated. "And a sweet pastry, s'il vous plaît."

Snugging her cloak around her shoulders, Camille stepped out into the lane. Over the rooftops of Paris, the sky hung like a lead curtain, and the air tasted of metal. This morning she'd found a skin of ice stretched over the water jug in the kitchen. But cold May or not, there was nothing for it; she had one last errand and the blurry sun was already sinking behind the towers of Notre-Dame. Leaving the lane for a busy street, Camille dodged piles of manure and pools of horse piss, not to mention whatever filth people tossed from their windows. To keep from gagging, she burrowed her nose into her worn cloak. It smelled faintly of her mother's perfume.

Her pocket felt too large and empty, only a few sous wedged against its lining. With her fingertips, she traced the coins' thin edges. Still round. She didn't dare to take them out and count them, not on the street. There'd be enough for Alain's wine.

As long as the coins didn't change.

At the wine merchant's, she chewed the edge of her fingernail, waiting for him to fill a wine bottle from a barrel. When she left, she kept her basket pressed close to her side. She avoided the quarter's crumbling passageways, their entrances as narrow as the doors of tombs. She could almost feel the hands that waited there. Somewhere above her in the tilting buildings, a child sobbed.

As Camille turned the corner, a girl as young as her sister came running down the street. Her white face was rouged with hectic circles, her hair aflame, her eyebrows darkened to seduce, and her corset pulled tight to give curves to her child's body. Under the dirty hem of her dress, bare feet flashed as she dodged shoppers and workmen.

"Stop, whore!" shouted a constable as he pushed through the crowd.

A prickling of fear made Camille pull her cloak up over her own red hair. But she couldn't take her eyes from the half-dressed girl, running like a spreading fire. She was living the life Camille feared — her nightmares made flesh.

"You there!" the constable shouted at Camille.

"Stop her!"

Camille shrank back against the wall. As the running girl dashed closer, Camille glimpsed the whites of her eyes in the half-dark. The raw leanness of her face, the bruises on her arms — and the tiny roll of bread she clutched in her hand. How many days could she make that last while her stomach churned with hunger? And then what? Camille felt in her pocket for her last few real sous.

"Thief!" yelled the constable. His face was wild with anger as the girl slipped away through the crowds.

It was too risky. Camille clenched her empty hand as the sadness welled up inside her. It was wrong not to help — but it was too dangerous. With the constable coming, there was nothing she could do. The horror of living on the streets was too big, a wall of fear that blocked out everything.

As the girl fled past, her scared eyes flicked to Camille's.

Then both girls vanished into darkening Paris.


Camille lived at the top of an ancient building on the rue Charlot. The stone building had once stood proudly, but now it leaned against its neighbor, as if tired from standing straight all those years. Unlocking a heavy door, Camille let herself into the courtyard. In the close darkness, a dog yelped; a neighbor's hen flapped against her skirts. Up in their garret window, a light glowed: Alain had returned. She imagined her older brother hanging up his officer's cloak and kicking off his boots, sitting by the fire and roaring with laughter at some jest, tickling the cat. The way he used to be.

She started to climb the stairs, the heavy basket bumping against her legs. The once-grand staircase spiraled up seven treacherous flights, but she knew where the rotten spots were. As she passed the third-floor landing, a door swung open.

"Mademoiselle Durbonne? A word." Wearing a grease-flecked apron, Madame Lamotte raised her candlestick toward Camille. "The rent is two weeks overdue. This is not a charity home."

Camille blinked. She had nothing close to the full rent of two hundred livres — eight fat gold louis — and she couldn't risk giving magicked coins to Madame. When they reverted to scraps — and they would, because Camille couldn't get the metal to hold its shape — Madame would throw them out, bien sûr, no matter how much she'd liked their parents and felt sorry for the orphans. Then they would be tramps, living under a bridge. Prostitutes. Or dead.

Camille hated to beg. "A few days?"

Madame Lamotte nodded begrudgingly. Camille curtsied and began to climb the stairs again. "One more thing," the landlady called after her. "Your brother."

Camille stopped. Even Madame had noticed. "I'm sorry," she said, trying to keep the exasperation from her voice.

"I haven't said anything yet!"

"Go on, madame." If it had to do with Alain, it was bound to be bad news.

The landlady pitched her voice low. "Just be careful. Keep an eye on him."

"Of course, madame." It was impossible, a fairytale task. It'd take a thousand eyes to watch him.

When Camille reached the seventh floor, she paused, listening. Was that — music? She opened the door to their apartment. In the middle of the bare room, her little sister, Sophie, was dancing a sarabande while Alain piped on his army piccolo. In the candlelight, her hair shone pale gold, her wide-set blue eyes bright with amusement. She looked so much like their mother with her delicate features and slightly upturned nose, a princess in one of Perrault's fairy tales. Sophie had always been small: feet and hands dainty as cats' paws, an enviable waist that seemed even tinier as her skirts spun around her.

When Sophie saw Camille, she paused midstep. Her face was happy but flushed, the pulse racing in her neck.

"Join the revels, Camille!" Alain lounged in the best chair, boots on the table. The fire's light caught on the scruff of his unshaven cheek, while the cocked hat he wore slid the rest of his face into shadow. His hair, once golden like Sophie's, had darkened to amber and was tied with a black ribbon that threatened to come undone.

"I know you love to dance, darling," Camille said carefully as she watched Alain out of the corner of her eye, "but you've been so ill —"

"Alain asked me to." Sophie's narrow chest heaved. "He wanted to see if I was still a good dancer."

"And she is!" Alain's smile gleamed. "I'll find her a husband yet. See if I don't."

"Don't tease, Alain. No one will marry me now." Sophie bent her head so her hair hid the few smallpox scars on her forehead. "Isn't that so, Camille?"

Camille hesitated. There was no good answer to this question.

"Whatever Camille says, don't listen! At court the grand ladies wear beauty patches to cover their pocks." Alain raised his wineglass. "To Sophie! Keep up your dancing and your needlework, and we'll find you a husband, handsome as a prince."

"She's fifteen, Alain." Camille shot him a dark look. "Come sit by the fire, Sophie. Catch your breath while I put out the food. Boots down, Alain." She gave his feet a shove; it was a relief to set the heavy basket down. Brushing off the table, she placed the cheese and bread, along with a knife, on a scarred wooden board. The sweet pastry she handed to Sophie.

"Oh, it's too much," she said, but her face shone.

"Bien! Fatten her up, Camille. You've let her go to skin and bones."

Camille nearly snapped: I let her? It was my fault? but she pressed the words down.

"Something in the basket for me?" Alain demanded.

Camille set the flask of wine on the table.

"Bien — nicely done," he said. "Pour yourself a little glass, too. We've plenty now."

"What do you mean, 'plenty'?" She saw a bottle by the fireplace and her heart sank. "Alain, where's the chicken?"

"What chicken?"

Camille sensed Sophie stiffen. The room suddenly felt very, very small.

"You know how Monsieur Dimnier always admired Maman?" Camille kept her voice even. "I asked you to pick up the chicken he'd set aside for us. One that hadn't gained weight, one he'd had to kill early."

Alain frowned. "You didn't tell me anything about a skinny chicken."

She had, but it didn't matter now. "I'll go fetch it; it's not far." Camille held out her hand. "I'll need the money back."

Alain laughed. "You'd better make some more, then, because I don't have it."


"Just what I said." Alain took a swig of wine and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "It's gone."

"You can't just squander our real money!" She reached into her pocket. Just as she'd thought, apart from a few real sous, the rest had lost their magic and were now what they'd been this morning: bent, useless nails she'd pried out of a broken door. "I can't pay Dimnier with this!" she stormed. "We have to give him real money, remember? If he stops selling to us, what then?" She threw the nails onto the table so hard they caromed to the floor.

Alain shrugged. "Just go farther away."

Camille stamped her foot. "There is nowhere else! You've no idea how far I had to go just for the bread. Dimnier's the last one in our quarter who trusts us. And you threw away our chicken for a bottle of wine."

"How was I to know you'd remember to buy some?"

Blood thrummed in Camille's head. It wasn't easy to make ends meet using la magie ordinaire — everyday magic — to transform bits of metal into coins. These days, her hands never stopped shaking, and she'd become nearly as thin as Sophie. Little by little, magic was erasing her. Sometimes she felt it might kill her.

She grabbed the bottle of wine.

"Don't." Alain swayed to his feet. "Give that to me."

"You don't deserve it!" Hoisting the bottle over her head, Camille hurled it into the washing tub. A grinding shatter — and the acrid scent of wine filled the room.

Alain grabbed the knife on the table and pointed it at her. "That was my wine."

"It was mine, idiot. I worked for it. I bought it."

"Hush, Camille!" Sophie said, desperate. "Please don't argue! Alain stands in our father's place now. You must listen to him."

Camille rounded on her sister. "Our father wasn't a nineteen-year-old wastrel!"

Alain lurched toward Camille, steadying himself on the table. Despite the cold, his face glistened with sweat. His eyes had a faraway look that raised the tiny hairs on her neck.

"Go sleep it off, Alain. I'll clean up — comme d'habitude," she added in an undertone. As always.

Before she could think, his knife was at her throat. She froze, sensing each throb of her pulse just under the skin.

"What are you doing, Alain? Put away the knife."

Alain's hand shook, and then — a bright line of pain. A trickle of blood curled into the hollow of her collarbone, hot and wet. All these weeks of threatening to hurt her, and now, drunk on who knows how many bottles of wine, he finally had. She wanted to rage and to weep at the injustice of it. But she did not flinch.

"You aren't my master, Camille Durbonne," Alain growled. "I'm a soldier, and I earn my keep."

"Then go earn it. Show up for duty for once. Pay the rent." She didn't move. Everything in her was shouting at her to run, but she would never let him see her fear. Never. "I can't keep on like this."

"Oh, I'll do my part. And in the meantime," he said, so close that Camille was forced to inhale the sour stink of his breath, "do the only thing you're good for. Go work la magie." Dropping the knife, he stumbled toward the door and flung it open.


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Enchantée 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
Amy Smith Carman More than 1 year ago
I adored this book! It's like a dystopian Cinderella meets the eve of the French Revolution! I loved everything about this book! There is almost nothing I would change. The author writes in such a realistic and detailed manner that I felt like I was living amongst the pages of her world! I also have not read much historical fiction just prior to the dawn of the French Revolution and found myself researching details, like "Did Marie Antionette have pet sheep?" The answer is yes if you were curious! From the sorrow and anguish of the hungry who have no hope to the absurd and overindulging parties in the halls of Versailles, I felt that both extremes were explored and written about in ways that brought tears to my eyes! Most books really only present one side or the other, but both sides through a single character is a rather remarkable feat! The basic premise of the story is that very few people can work magic. It requires very steep prices to use it and most are not willing to pay the price. However, for two sisters who recently lost their parents and with the rising prices of bread and dwindling job opportunities, the older decides that no price is too steep to keep her sister fed and housed. With magic that is fed by blood and sorrow, she steps into the halls of the palace to con the nobles out of their riches. She has until morning when the magic stops fueling her illusions. The magic demands more and more, but won't let her stop! I don't want to give too much away, but you should absolutely read it! I would recommend this book for those who love fairy tale retellings, historical fiction, or fantasy! I love all three, so it was perfect for me. I would recommend it for older teens and up because there are a few dark scenes in the book. I also want to include a few trigger warnings. There is an abusive, alcoholic older brother of the two sisters that is often present early in the book and is one of the reasons the girls need money to move somewhere safer. The threat of him lurks even though we don't see him again until the last few chapters of the book. There is also an emotionally manipulative nobleman who basically blackmails people into doing terrible things.
LGilmer More than 1 year ago
This book is a dream. Truly, every time I opened it, I felt like I was settling back into another world. Trelease's writing is gorgeous, her story so deeply immersive, the characters so vivid, that I at once couldn't stop reading yet didn't want this book to end. I'm in awe of ENCHANTEE's balance. Romance and mystery and magic, woven together with issues of class and revolution, and all swathed in a brilliantly researched and rendered 18th century Paris. I'm in absolute awe.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
will start by saying that I absolutely loved this story! It had a wonderful plot, lovable and believable characters, and magic and romance; overall I couldn't put it down! Camille and her siblings, Alain and the frail Sophie, are orphaned teenagers in France, living there in the time period leading up to the French Revolution. When their parents succumbed to sickness and died, the three are left penniless, with nothing but dreams of becoming more. Alain becomes increasingly volatile as he drinks and gambles away all of the money he and Camille manage to earn, and Sophie is too frail after recovering from an illness to be of help. As their situation grows more dire, to the point of nearly being thrown out of their home for failure to pay the rent, Camille turns to the one thing she inherited from her mother in order to help her family survive - la magie. La magie, as one might assume, is magic, but in this story it's different from what I've read in any other because this magic is fuel by the sorrow of the magician. There are three types of la magie: the ability to change an object (though only for a short time), the glamoire (the ability to change one's appearance), and the ability to make objects become sentient. All three types feed off of sorrow, and the two latter types also necessitate blood. The task is unsavory, but Camille takes it on in order to get herself and Sophie away from Alain and improve their station - this is the only thing she knows how to do well and she has a deep fear of having to resort to working the streets in order to get by. This story follows Camille and Sophie as they pursue a better life and their attempts to navigate both interactions with the aristocrats of Versailles and the increasingly dangerous atmosphere of Paris as the common people become more and more incensed against the monarchy and aristocracy. I highly recommend this story if you like historical fiction and/or magic, this has both and is a wonderful read!
TheLiteraryPhoenix More than 1 year ago
Is it too cheesy to say that I'm enchanted by Enchantée? I loved everything about Gita Trelease's writing style here - this book swept me off my feet and I read 40% in the first night. She brings Paris to life so you can smell the bread and feel the coarse powder in the ladies hair, but she does it in such a way that the reader is not overly burdened with flowery language. It is smooth and enrapturing and I absolutely loved it. Enchantée is a tale of la magie, but also of the Revolution. The story takes place just as the Revolution is beginning and we are able to see through Camille's eyes as the Tennis Court Oath is spoken and the chaos of Paris streets when the people break into the Bastille. I adore fantasy novels that hinge on historical events, because they bring together two of my favorite genres. Enchantée is just that - half fantasy and half historical fiction. Thee magic is always fleeting - harbored in illusions, mostly - and requires blood and sorrow. The nobles in Versailles play with magic like playing with fire (those who can) and Camille quickly finds herself in danger because she is to eager with her own performance, and she catches the eye of the villain.... Ugh! There is so much of this book I want to talk about - from the layers of the heroes that make them less heroic in certain lights, to the finery of Sophie's hats, to the fact that Camille and Aurelie and the others go play cache-cache (hide-and-go-seek) in the Gardens. The French that is flawlessly woven into the story just brings it more to life, but for those who are not fluent, there's a glossary in the back. And the balloon! The aeronauts were only on the edges of the story, but every flight, every conversation about what it means to go up in a balloon, is magnificent. I highly recommend Enchantée to anyone who enjoys period pieces and magic, YA readers most of all. It's an extraordinary debut, and positively dazzling. I loved it.
Amanda_BetweentheShelves More than 1 year ago
The only way Camille Durbonne knows how to provide for her and her sister after her parents die of smallpox is through magic. But anything she makes, her brother Alain steals away to quell his gambling addiction. So Camille has to take more drastic measures: use her magic to trick her way into Versailles to win back the money they have lost. But France is becoming more tumultuous for aristocrats as the French revolution brews within the city. As Camille gets caught up in the glamour of the rich, she learns the dark secrets behind the palace of Versailles. She must decide if she wants to keep up her glamour or join the revolution. I received an eARC of this from NetGalley and and Flatiron books in exchange for my honest review. What a wild ride this book was! I'm not usually a fan of historical fiction, but Gita Trelease put a magical spin on the era of the French Revolution that will have you absolutely enchanted (pun intended).  While, for me, the beginning of the book was a bit slow, once Camille makes her entrance in Versailles, I didn't want to put the book down. This book has almost everything that you could want: magic, intrigue, romance, revolution, the taking down of the powers in charge. Though it's set in history, the book reflects the current politics of the United States, which will make it all the more relatable to teens when it's released in February. Trelease's writing reflects the subject matter of the book as well; including French phrases (with a key at the back of the book) adds to the magic and intrigue of the story. Her lyrical style transports the reader to the magical version of historical France that she has created, making the book even more enjoyable. The addition of Lazare and the hot air balloons also showed readers a different side of the aristocrats, showing that not everyone has to fall into what they were bred to be. This fantastical retelling of the French Revolution will have readers spellbound.
bayy245 More than 1 year ago
Enchantée was a beautiful, historical masterpiece. The setting, plot, and characters were all so magical and well developed. I was in love with Camille and her story from the moment I opened the book. I think opening the novel on someone else having interacted with Camille and her magie was brilliant. I knew nothing of the magic system or Camille but I needed to know after the apprentice reacts to her fake coins. How does one make fake coins? Why was she making them in the first place? Is magic unique or commonplace? All of these questions made me need to read on and I couldn't put it down. The wonderful world of Paris in the 1700s swept me up in an instant. Although most of Paris is starving, I can see the magic and wonder of the place the way Camille does. We get little glimpses into what Paris was to her and her family when her parents were alive and what it means to her now. We get to follow her on her journey to a better life, and a better version of her along the way. Not to mention the real-life events that happening against the backdrop of Camille's story. The characterization in this one is exquisite. Each character seems to leap off the page and I could feel the sorrow or desperation behind people's decisions. There are a delightful boy and a balloon, an impossible home situation, and the glinting, magical palace of Versailles. But before Camille knows what's happening, she's swept up into a dangerous world full of traps and games. Will she win and leave unscathed? Or will Versailles and la magie take everything from her? I could on about this book for hours. Pick it up and get swept up into this magical view of Paris. *I received a complimentary copy of this book from Flatiron Books through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.*
Kibbyra 4 months ago
Dazzling and decadent, Enchantée transports readers to Paris in 1792. Enchantée is, at its core, a story about how hope and love can survive even through the darkest points in our lives. There is not a lot of action or development in the side characters, but the novel is written so beautifully that it didn’t matter to me. I felt like I was walking through this novel with rose tinted glasses, everything was so deliciously described and exquisitely laid out that I didn’t notice any cracks in my path as I went along. The chapters are short in this, which helps keep the plot moving. I personally find Enchantée to be a strong debut novel from a promising author. Trelease weaves her words in such a way that one feels they are surrounded by the world they are reading. I thoroughly look forward to reading more from her in the future.
Mel-Loves-Books More than 1 year ago
“On the ground, all the quarters of Paris feel so separate, like foreign countries. The aristocrats in their neighborhoods, we in ours. But up here, it’s different - no one could deny that the houses touch each other.” Echantee by Gita Trelease was such lovely story filled with history, romance, and magic. I loved the characters that Trelease brought to life, and the twists and turns had me biting my nails. I also adored the hot air balloons. I have always wanted to ride in one and reading about it made me want to ride one even more. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys historical fiction, fantasy, or romance. I give it 4.5 stars.
taramichelle More than 1 year ago
Enchantée seemed like it would be right up my alley. Magic, the French Revolution, and romance? It sounded perfect. Although I loved Trelease's world-building and her lush, evocative writing, this one ultimately didn't work for me. I'll start out with what I enjoyed (because there is a lot!). I loved the juxtaposition between Camille's life as a commoner and her life as a noble at Versailles. The poverty experienced by the commoners made the opulence of the palace really stand out. I also thought that, despite the decadence of the court, Trelease did a great job of humanizing the nobles. Plus there's a few historical figures who make some fun appearances! The hot air balloon storyline was also a favorite, I loved it when the book returned to it every once in a while. Overall, I enjoyed Camille's story arc. It was fascinating to see how it played out and Trelease did an excellent job of explaining why Camille made the choices she did. I also loved the different types of magic and how each exacted a different toll. Her relationship with her sister Sophie was wonderful, I liked how they supported and cared for each other. However, Enchantée was just too long for me. I did appreciate how much history and world-building the author included. But at over 450 pages, there were a few sections that dragged and a few parts that felt repetitive. The reveals were predictable and I never really understood the villain's motivation. There just wasn't enough tension to keep me engaged. I do think that many readers will absolutely love this book though! There are a lot of wonderful things in Enchantée and I'll definitely be picking up Trelease's next book. This one just didn't work for me. *Disclaimer: I received this book for free from the publisher. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Take_Me_AwayPH More than 1 year ago
Before I get started, I want to say, take this review with a grain of salt. There's only a couple "me" things that intrigued me about this book, so I probably wasn't the right one for it. I was intrigued with the promise of magic, Paris, and the BEAUTIFUL cover. Enough to ignore the historical fiction aspect of it since I'm not a fan. I should have thought twice about it though. Camille lives in Paris in the year 1789. She and her sister have been struggling to get by and have had to rely on her magic to get by. But things with her brother go awry and she knows she has to do more, and decides to try her luck at using her magic in the French Court. But things go south and Camille gets more than she bargained for. Starting with what I did like. I knew I wasn't going to make it through the actual book/e-book because once I finished chapter 2 I was bored. I put myself on the waiting list for my library to get the audio book and decided to see if i could finish it then. And it worked! The audio is great and it does all the right pronunciations. And the narrator was really good as well. She kept me intrigued enough to want to keep listening when honestly, I wasn't sure I would have. I also liked the magic and the way it was conducted in this one. The three ways magic is conducted is: Magie Bibelot which is making objects sentient, Glamoire which is changing oneself, and Magie Ordinaire which is changing things. I also really enjoyed the article of clothing that changed and helped changed her. It was an interesting idea and I liked what Trelease did with it. Unfortunately, that was the end of what I liked. The world-building could have used so much more depth. I never really felt like I knew the world like I should have. I wish there had been more. Also, I was bored for the majority of it. If I had been actually reading this and not listening to it, I probably would have DNF'ed or at least skimmed most of it. I didn't care for the balloon parts or the romance. It seemed like the author was trying to cram way too much into this book. This book intrigued me with its sparkly cover and some of the words that get me excited about books: magic and Paris. But unfortunately, even still, this wasn't the book for me. But like I said, take this review with a grain of salt. I knew there was a chance I wouldn't like this because I'm not a historical fiction fan, but I gave it a shot. So if I can, you can too! Give it a shot and see if this is more a fit for you instead!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"There [are] three types of magic. Magie ordinaire, for changing things. Glamoire, for changing oneself. And magie bibelot, for imbuing objects with magic, making them sentient.” Camille is a poor girl in Paris on the cusp of the French Revolution. But she is no ordinary girl. Camille has magic, a talent she uses to provide food for herself and her family. But when la magie ordinaire will no longer suffice, Camille must turn to Versailles, and to the dark magic of Glamoire. My initial reaction to this book’s summary was that of ecstasy. Dark magic meets the French Revolution? Count me in! I was so prepared for court intrigue mixed with dark secrets and Camille’s unique charm. What I got was not that. The book starts by telling you that magic is dangerous. After all, this magic feeds on sorrow and pain. But it doesn’t really go through with this danger. Though some magical objects are portrayed as dark, there is never a follow through for it. I though this would have been a thrilling story where our main character has to use forbidden magic to survive, gets caught up in it, and has to tear herself away (with sacrifice). And while Enchantee, in some regards, fulfills this description, it also falls short of the “thrilling part”. It is lukewarm when I wanted piping hot. Most stories set during the French Revolution revolve around it, with Marie Antoinette and the rebellion featuring prominently. Not so here. This book is set just on the cusp of the Revolution. While France is indeed preparing to behead its king and unseat its nobles, Enchantee isn’t too concerned with that. Camille is a poor girl who is sneaking into Versailles and making friends with nobles! The fact that the lower class hate the nobility just doesn’t matter. I feel that saying this book is set during the French Revolution is misleading, because while there are complaints from lower class and the storming of the Bastille is mentioned (very briefly), the book ends before any real revolt happens. All of Camille’s upper class friends are safe in their ivory towers. Enchantee starts the “girl stuck in the middle of two worlds” cliché very well, but by the middle of the book this is no longer an issue and Camille is free to live in both worlds. She has her cake and she eats it too (insert French Revolution pun here). Throughout the novel, I kept on watching her sister and hoping that it wouldn’t lead to where it went. And there was a second when I thought it would avoid going there, but it happened anyway. Simply put, I didn’t want to see a strained relationship between Camille and her sister over Camille’s fabulous Versailles life. Yet it happened. The ending was true to the rest of the book. That is, lukewarm. Our unclear villain reveals himself and everyone is thrown for a few seconds. And then it ends. I’m not sure if this is intended to be a series or a stand-alone, but now that I know these characters, I would like what I came here for. A thrilling novel about magic during the French Revolution, and one girl who dances the line of pauper and princess in the mixt of it all. If that is what Trelease promises, I will be thrilled to read it. If not, I feel no discomfort in leaving these folk to their happy (but ultimately tragic) fate.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Historical fantasy at its best! Beautiful prose, well developed characters, and a fascinating magical system kept me enchanted until the last page.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wanted to love this book, but I find myself just sort of liking it. It was much less about the French revolution (or, really, even the consequences of magic), and more about just following a group of young adults as they sit and indulge each other at court every day (and the secrets they all feel they must keep from each other). The magic element could have been really beat had it actually been explored or even consequential. The author does a great job at setting up this fascinating world and situation, but then just plays in one small corner of it (and even “plays” is a stronger, more active word that what I feel actually happens). This was a light novel that was pretty easy to breeze through and marvel at, but the story just wasn’t what I’d hoped for as nothing really ever happens.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thebooktrail-com More than 1 year ago
Paris has never seemed so magical! I don’t normally read much YA but this book caught my eye and my imagination. Camille Durbonne lives in poverty and is an orphan. With a drunk for a brother, she has to look after her sister. She wants more from live and so dreams of working and living in the Palace of Versailles. In order to do this however, she’s going to have to quite literally, work her magic. This magic is a mix of tricks she learns to get one over on others and to improve her lot in life.She plays cards to win money amongst other things, but it turns out that Versailles and revolutionary France was a hotbed for cheats and blaggards like her. She is about to meet her match! The star of the show however was the setting. The glamour and frivolity of the court of Louis XVI was a sight to behold. It didn’t seem as glamourous and exciting as this in the history books I’ve read! The magic was a nice touch and stole the show. The author has clearly done her magic home work and come up with an enchanting tale. “Remember—magic is a cheater’s game, and everyone who sees it wants to play.” Paris is evoked with style and panache. Glamour and poverty live side by side. Within the walls of the gilded Versailles, there is magic at play. With whispers of Caraval and The Night Circus, this was a magical journey for me. Once the book entered black magic and stronger magic territory it got even better. Camille transforms herself into the Baroness De La Fontaine, and sets her sights on the glittering court itself. La Magie was fun and fantasy all at once. Paris has never seemed so magical!
Pens-and-Parchment More than 1 year ago
I absolutely LOVED reading this!! It’s been a long time since I’ve read a book that I physically couldn’t put down but this one kept me flipping pages the whole time! And omg the romance IM OBSESSED WITH LAZARE HE IS MY NEW BOOK BOYFRIEND. I thought the historical elements of this book were laced throughout the plot very nicely and seamlessly, it added such a depth to the characters and the meaning of the story. There’s also a great sibling relationship, and Camille herself is one of my new favorite YA protagonists. But the pacing did feel a bit unbalanced, the plot moves very slowly throughout the first three quarters of the book and then all the action is packed into the last 50 or so pages. Overall I gave it 4.5 stars!!
KindigBlog More than 1 year ago
Paris in the late 1700s, a city full of aristocrats, revolutionaries, inventors and… magicians! Enchantee is a rare and delightful read; its historical fiction mingled with fantasy in a way that gives the story a real and grounded feel to it. Gita Trelease spins a beautifully written world which balances the sumptuous landscape of the court at Versailles with the gritty poverty of the streets of France with a revolution brewing. The world building reminded me a bit of The Belles – it has similar beautiful imagery with an element of a sinister undertone running underneath. I also liked the use of French words scattered throughout the narrative. However, the book is trying to jam pack a lot of things in to the narrative – there’s a love triangle, a dramatic villain with a dastardly plot, a political revolution, an exploration of a magic system and a rags to riches progression all of which is wrapped up in a stand-alone story. Although I loved and appreciated the fact that it’s stand-alone, I felt that it perhaps would have been better explored in different stories (or letting some of them take the background) rather than trying to cram everything in. I also found the plot to be a little frustrating at times as most of the problems could have been solved by characters just revealing something important or telling the truth. I didn’t feel like the stakes were really that high for a lot of important information that would have changed the outcome of many situations to be kept a secret. I also really didn’t like Lazare – he didn’t seem to be a fitting hero to match our feisty and interesting heroine. Overall I enjoyed the world of Enchantee, I just felt it tried to be too much at once and needed a little paring down in its editing. Thank you to NetGalley & Pan Macmillan for a chance to read the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
courtofbingereading More than 1 year ago
Enchantée is an equal mix of fantasy and historical fiction. If you're a fan of France or French culture, then this book is perfect for you. Gita Trelease perfectly encapsulates the essence of France during 1798. Although, this version of France is much different from the one we know and love. In Enchantée, there are people who are able to wield magic. Some can do minor illusions while some can perform the grandest and most intricate of illusions. However, performing magic isn't as easy as we all would think. Overall, I enjoyed this book. The reason I couldn't give this book 4 stars is because of the pacing. There were so many times where the story dragged. It took me way longer than it should have to finish this book. That being said, I still recommend everyone give this book a chance. It's full of history, magic, family, with a dash of romance.
courtofbingereading More than 1 year ago
Enchantée is an equal mix of fantasy and historical fiction. If you're a fan of France or French culture, then this book is perfect for you. Gita Trelease perfectly encapsulates the essence of France during 1798. Although, this version of France is much different from the one we know and love. In Enchantée, there are people who are able to wield magic. Some can do minor illusions while some can perform the grandest and most intricate of illusions. However, performing magic isn't as easy as we all would think. Overall, I enjoyed this book. The reason I couldn't give this book 4 stars is because of the pacing. There were so many times where the story dragged. It took me way longer than it should have to finish this book. That being said, I still recommend everyone give this book a chance. It's full of history, magic, family, with a dash of romance.