First of all, let me start off by saying that I agree with the reviewer who states that if you mean to read this book, don't read the review titled "One of My Favorite Books!" The plot device is one of the only good things this book has going for it, and giving it away turns the book into a complete waste of time.
Now, I would give the book more than one star if I wasn't trying to drag down the overall rating a bit. I'd give it two stars, maybe. It wasn't the worst book I've ever read. . . but it was close. The writing was almost amateur in style. Believe me, I've read writing by college freshmen better than this.
The ideas behind the book aren't bad, but the presentation is. Also, there was at least one scene that served no real purpose in plot or character development. At least the author doesn't use it this way, as far as THIS reader can tell. And there are some scenes that seem thrown into the story at random, like the one revealing that Lord Kensington is the guilty one. (people who haven't read the book shouldn't learn too much from that comment, I hope.) And it is so difficult to fit the different pieces together that you can't prove or disprove the way the author makes them fit together. I find it very hard to like most of the primary characters; the bard Byron is cold and it is hard to like the man, whose name recalls the Romantic poet, George Gordon, Lord Byron, and the name makes it just that much harder to like him.
Prince Adric is spoiled and naive, and he can't understand the world outside of the palace any better than he understood the world inside the palace.
In fact, there are very few characters in this book that I really like very much. I liked Seymour. . . most of the time.
So, you can read this book if you like, but there are many, many books out there that are more worthwhile.