Escape to Pirate Island is basically just what it says on the tin-a rambunctious, seafaring pirate adventure full of treasure maps and double-crossing, only this one stars women who wind up loving each other, getting by in a man's world by the sheer strength of their determination, each in their own way. The book's timeline flows well and features several of the type of vivid scenes that would make a wonderful movie.
Cat is a young smuggler whose hometown adventures are cut short by 18th century cops; Lily is the daughter of a retired pirate captain left broke by his debts when he dies. They don't even meet until we've already come to know both of them pretty well, which made me more invested in both of them as characters rather than putting all the story's weight on just their relationship arc alone.
Murphy did a great job making all the scenes come to life without making the reading feel like work-I breezed through this book in two days. This is the kind of book that puts you right into the middle of the action over and over again without making any of it hard to follow-with Cat, we climb up cliff faces, get into fights, hide underground with conspirators, and even have a job interview! (Yes, a pirate job interview is just as intimidating as it sounds.) Lily's POV sections were less compelling for me but I was still pretty invested in her happiness as a character. She gets the rug pulled out from under her rather a lot over the course of the book and still holds her head high, refusing to let the undertow of life take her.
I was particularly entertained and enthralled by Cat's storyline, with her cleverness and bravado and ability to adapt to a wild variety of situations. She's married at the beginning of the book and her husband gets fridged as part of one of the book's many MANY action scenes, so I was expecting her to be bi (obligatory bi-rate pun) but as the book unfolds it's explained that she married her childhood bestie to get out from under her father's thumb, a choice which I'm sure many real women of her time would find familiar. After her sexual encounter with Lily-which only takes up a page or two so if you're looking for an action-adventure-and-feelings-heavy book rather than one with a lot of erotica, you've come to the right place - she realizes that she understands desire for the first time. That to me indicates a lesbuccaneer interpretation rather than bi-rate. (Yes, I just did that.) I also admire the author's deftness in showing that Cat's initial dislike and assumptions of Lily in reality came from a lingering dislike for her own upbringing, a lavish lifestyle she assumed Lily was both from and still enjoying. She was humble enough to backpedal as soon as she discovers her mistake.
There are many things I was afraid would happen in this book that didn't - I love that she has a "found-father"-figure who doesn't die. (Grizzled, tough older men who protect young lesbians instead of acting predatory toward them are very much a trope that makes me happy.) The women are threatened with sexual assault, but it stops at words. There isn't any ethnically diverse representation, but that's not as bad as having overtly racist tropes which I've encountered before in books set around this period. And though there's a metric fuckton of double-crossing in this book Because Pirates, the tension between Lily and Cat over Cat's behavior never lasts long enough to hurt the reader, and Cat isn't betrayed by as many people as she could have been.
Props for the line "whose countenance was so livid that Lily wondered if the hair from his balding crown had been terrified into quitting his head." Also, a possibly naïve comment: I grew up in South Florida and I was a little confused about how they could be so cold after it rained, once they were in the Caribbean, because it's the kind of warm down there - and even up here, in summertime! - where rain doesn't leave you chilled, if that makes any sense. It feels different from other places. But then again: that's specifically Ft. Lauderdale/Miami; I've only been to the Caribbean itself on cruises in my teens and I don't think it rained while we were there so I don't actually know. And heaven knows it's not that important of a detail; it just took me out of the story for 2 seconds.
I think this is self-published but I only noticed two minor copyediting errors; everything flowed nicely and I feel like I had a quality reading experience. By the way, TW for some uncomfortable and only partially challenged moments of whorephobia.
Shira Glassman writes fantasy and contemporary fiction where girls get to kiss. Her latest, Knit One Girl Two, features an indie dyer who meets a cute wildlife painter while looking for inspiration for her next sock club.
