dnf @ 50%
Well. This was a huge shock and definitely not what I was expecting. When Mariana Zapata disappeared for nearly three years, I assumed she was working on a masterpiece. A return marked by intention, craft, maybe even her best work yet. Then, out of nowhere, she reappears with only about a week of notice before this book drops—and it’s not even contemporary romance. It’s a fantasy. And honestly, I was so excited!
MZ isn’t just a romance author to me. Her books aren’t just things I read, but they’re places I emotionally live in. Kulti and Wait For It are more than comfort reads for me, I revisit them constantly—not just for the romance, but for the emotional grounding, the human connections, and the way her characters see each other. I think about Sal and Reiner, Diana and Dallas, all the time!
So yes, when she returned, I was electrified by the genre shift, expecting a thrilling fantasy slow-burn that would sweep me off my feet. But the moment I began reading, something felt wrong—and it only spiralled from there.
The plot follows Nina, a thirty-year-old woman who finds a magical puppy—and that discovery pulls her into a secret ranch in Colorado full of magical people, hidden danger, fantastical creatures, and a grumpy, stoic love interest named Henri Blackrock.
At first glance, it seems like a very cosy fantasy setting and, of course, MZ’s signature slow-burn romance. But in execution? It’s a chaotic, disorganised mess. The tone shifts constantly, the world-building is extremely thin, and honestly kind of nonsensical. It felt like the bare bones of a magical system got thrown into a plot outline and never fleshed out.
Right from the start, we’re overwhelmed by a swarm of side characters—each with quirky names and exaggerated traits that are supposed to be memorable, but are honestly just exhausting. So many characters are dumped into the story in the first few chapters, and none of them are given time to matter. Honestly, I found most of them annoying. I understand why there is a large ensemble cast in books like these, and I like it when it works, especially when we actually have the time to know these characters from their traits and personalities but wow, this book failed this concept so badly because it was just a barrage of names and quirks, with zero substance at all.
I am going to sound very harsh here, but instead of being fun or immersive, it genuinely felt like reading someone’s unedited brainstorming session from a middle schooler who needed to write a creative story and made up the most ridiculous names and world-building.
The characters: Let’s talk about the fmc Nina. She’s supposed to be thirty, but my god—she was so immature! Her internal monologue made me cringe MULTIPLE times, and the way she talks about her dog? I get loving your magical pet—but calling him “Dunky-Dunk” and “my little donut” every few pages was unbearable. His name is “Duncan Donut,” which is already pushing it, but the constant baby-talk nicknames made it feel like the book was trying way too hard to make her quirky and lovable. It didn’t work. AT ALL.
And in an MZ book, if the protagonist doesn’t work, the whole thing collapses. This is where the disappointment hit hardest because MZ is the queen of slow-burn! Her couples don’t fall for each other overnight. They circle each other warily, they learn the smallest little details about each other, they spend chapters and hundreds of pages building trust, breaking down emotional barriers, and discovering intimacy in the smallest ways. Her romances don’t rely on physicality or immediate chemistry, but they heavily rely on longing. In her best books, the kiss doesn’t happen until the very last chapter, and when it does, it absolutely wrecks you.
But in The Things We Water, that magic is completely gone. Even though I dnfed before Nina and Henri ever kissed, it was painfully obvious from the start that the attraction was already there. Henri was acting possessive from the beginning. He was circling her like they were halfway into something serious. He’s jealous of other men, and constantly rubbing up against her, it was just so annoyingly repetitive. This didn’t read like slow-burn romance. If I could best describe it read like a slow plot with fast feelings. None of it was earned.
And I can’t believe I’m saying this about an MZ book—but I didn’t care about the romance, not even a little bit. I didn’t want to see where it went, how it would progress. I wasn’t rooting for them to kiss.
By 15%, I already wanted to dnf, but it felt too early for a 700+ page book. I thought that maybe it was a slow start, maybe the fantasy elements needed time to settle—I’ve read enough fantasy to know the payoff can be late. That did not happen. Basically, all the problems I had at the very start continued, and I just don't hate myself that much to continue. By the halfway mark, I was reading out of obligation, not enjoyment, so I stopped.
Despite my absolutely hating this book, I do know some people will love this, especially if you enjoy quirky characters or light, whimsical fantasy. This book left me reflecting on that maybe not every author is meant to write every genre. MZ is exceptional at crafting emotionally grounded, contemporary slow burns filled with unforgettable characters, but unfortunately, this book felt like it was chasing something outside of that strength. Experimenting isn’t a crime, but sometimes it just doesn’t land.
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The queen of slow burn is back, and it’s fantasy! I am so excited 🤭🤸♀️