by Karen Marie Moning
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Thanks to all my bestest bestie GR buddies for joining me on my Birthday Buddy Read-Jennifer, Kristin (KC), Sarah, and Sharon chatted along and it was a really fun time. I’ll be happy to reciprocate! Thanks, ladies!!!
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
I’ve really and truly dropped the ball on writing reviews for this series. I can easily blame it on the holidays and even the fact that I read this series so fast that there just wasn’t enough time to write a review for each individual title…but make no mistake, they all deserved a review. Any series that can keep me addicted for five books strong deserves a medal of some sort.
There was something very cold inside me. Always had been. I wanted to welcome it now. Let it chill my blood and frost all my emotions until there was nothing left in me that was haunted because there was nothing left in me.
In my review of book one I struggled with words and what to say. Moning created such intricate worlds that left you grasping for explanations and begging for more. Like many series, the build up and tension of the romance presented in these stories got under your skin, making it the sole reason to push and claw forward, making you crazy with anticipation. That was the case for me, at least.
Shadows are wonderful things. They hide pain and conceal motives.
Jericho Barrons got really deep under my skin. He was such an amazingly strong, broody character with so much mystery woven into everything he said. Protective and fierce, he and Mac had the hero rescuing the damsel in distress bit down, and that’s one of my many favorite things that can happen in books. I love when the mysterious and protective alpha male saves the not-so-helpless heroine-when her will to battle dims and all seems bleak-Moning did an amazing job with that plotline throughout the entirety of the Fever series.
Good and evil, in their purest form, were as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We could only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we could no longer see the light.
I will admit I was nervous about Jericho for the first couple books. He had something somewhat mean inside him, and he was hardly around. So when he would show up, he was grumpy and would say unnecessary things to Mac-he was still that mysterious, funny guy, sure, but there wasn’t enough information to process what we needed to know about him, thus the basis of his appeal. Yes. I’ll admit it. The only reason I was so inexplicably drawn to this series was my attraction and curiosity for the mysterious Barrons. I would finish one of the books, only to curse silently because I STILL didn’t get what I wanted, and quickly slide right along to book two immediately. It was an obsession-I had to get more of Barrons. And so began my one week reading spree of the Fever series-I was a tornado of reading and I would get headaches from having my nose stuck to the screen for each page that slid by. It was ludicrous, I was a madwoman, and while it hurt when I finally finished and I knew I’d never get to read more about their shenanigans in Barron’s Books and Baubles, I was also relieved to be free of the never ending spell that was Jericho.
I’d snort, but then his tongue is in my mouth, my jaws are wide, and I can’t breathe, and he’s right. One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again.
I also loved their interactions with one another, Mac and Barrons. He would almost always walk in all broodily with an heir of stealth and silence. They would then bicker and banter with each other and he’d leave just as hurriedly as he had arrived (always with stealth). Their wordless conversations, however, were by far my favorite thing between these two. It was so funny and almost always had me laughing or smiling.
^^^ALWAYS how they addressed one another, lol. Cracks me up.^^^
The million-dollar question: What are you, Barrons? His answer, on those rare occasions he gave one, was always the same.
The one that will never let you die.
These books went by in a whirlwind that makes it difficult to decipher what happened in each story-yet another reason I am writing one review to cover four books. There was just so much information to sift through and so much mystery. We never knew who Mac could trust and who she should confide in with valuable information. There were generally three evils to choose from: Barrons, Rowena, and V’lane. More often than not, Barrons was her choice of poison, the lesser of three evils-every once in a while she would confide in V’lane, the death-by-sex fae. He proved to be a funny distraction and a comic relief in most situations. I loved all these characters dearly. (Okay, Okaaaaay-FECK Rowena.)
Time is neither scalpel nor bandage. It is indifferent. Scar tissue isn’t a good thing. It’s merely the wound’s other face.
So to sum up-this was a big surprise for me, in part because I pushed it off for so long and didn’t know whether the story would resonate with me. But it did, it got into my bloodstream and deep into my soul-that’s right, I’ll say it-I got the FEVER. 😛
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