I'll admit, the only reason I picked up this book is because Jack Frost is in it. Ever since I was a kid, I loved seeing specials or reading books that involved this character. I love winter, frost, snow, all that fun stuff. So whenever I see that he's in something, naturally I'm drawn to it.

This book really didn't bring any enjoyment that I usually have with Jack Frost involved story. Sure, it's not about him, mainly his daughter, but even that would be passable if she and the story were interesting. Unfortunately, it's not. It's your standard "I now have powers because one of my parents have powers" only it does nothing new with the idea. It's very dull for the most part, no big surprises or neat ideas that are explored. Owl feels so flat as a character that she hardly grows throughout the book. Her friends feel like blank slates as well, feeling like no more than paper dolls. Her Mom feels like the odd new age lady who sells organic groceries at your nearest Whole Foods instead of someone who actually means something in Owl's life.

Jack was okay, but he doesn't get much time devoted to him or even the other fantastic spirits in the book. Oddly it focuses more on the real world than the fantasy one, which may be its biggest downfall. Perhaps if this all happened in Jack's world than maybe it would be more appealing than just another story set in the mortal world.

This is definitely one book that I'm probably going to forget about in a month.