Member Review

All Dressed for a Storm, Left Adrift Without a Compass

I really, truly wanted to like Daughter of Tides by Kit Rocha. The blurb practically shimmered with promise. Immortal gods, courtly intrigue, a doomed god of love, a kraken pirate, a water nymph, political danger, erotic tension. On paper, this should have been catnip for me. Add to that the fact that it looked like a standalone, which was one of the main reasons I requested an ARC on NetGalley, and I went in hopeful, open, and ready to be swept away by the tides.

Unfortunately, the tide never came.

Daughter of Tides ♦ Kit Rocha - A Review

Opinion
By about 30 percent in, I realized I still had no real grasp of how the magic system worked. Not in a mysterious, “this will unfold naturally” way, but in a genuinely confusing, disorienting way. The book throws around names, titles, divine hierarchies, magical concepts, and historical references like confetti in a storm, but never pauses long enough to anchor them emotionally or logically. Instead of discovery, it felt like drowning in terminology. I kept waiting for the moment where everything would click. It never did.

The characters, who should have been the heart of the story, also failed to land for me. Aleksi, Einar, and Naia all felt distant, more like beautifully described ideas than people I could actually care about. Aleksi’s charm and tragic premise never translated into emotional depth. Einar’s kraken pirate energy had aesthetic appeal, but very little substance beneath it. Naia, despite being positioned as sweet and central, never grew beyond her role in the dynamic. By the halfway point, I realized I didn’t sympathize with any of them, and that made it very hard to care what happened next.

At around 50 percent, I did something I almost never do. I started reading other reviews, because I was still confused about the world building and the magic. That’s when I discovered that some characters introduced at the start of this book already had their own series. That revelation explained a lot, but it also frustrated me deeply. This book was marketed and presented in a way that strongly suggested it could be read on its own. Had I known it leaned so heavily on prior knowledge, I likely would not have requested it. Feeling lost because you skipped homework you didn’t know existed is not a great reading experience.

By the time I reached 75 percent, my interest in the plot had almost completely evaporated. Stakes were raised, secrets revealed, dramatic choices loomed, and I felt… nothing. Even the spicy scenes, which are clearly meant to crackle with intensity, felt forced and oddly mechanical. Without emotional investment in the characters, the erotic elements came across as obligatory rather than intoxicating.

The writing style didn’t help matters. It felt uneven and scattered, with shifts in tone and rhythm that disrupted any sense of narrative flow. There was no real symmetry or cohesion, and yes, it did feel like a book written by two people who never quite merged into one voice. That can work beautifully when done well. Here, it only added to the sense of imbalance.

Conclusion
In the end, this was a miss for me on almost every level. I can see the ambition, the lush concepts, and the appeal it might hold for readers already familiar with this world. But as someone coming in fresh, I felt excluded, confused, and emotionally disconnected. Sadly, this will be both my first and last book by Kit Rocha.