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BOOK REVIEW – The Fifth Season (The Broken Earth #1) by N.K. Jemisin

BOOK REVIEW – The Fifth Season (The Broken Earth #1) by N.K. JemisinThe Fifth Season (The Broken Earth #1)
by N.K. Jemisin
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Synopsis:

This is the way the world ends. Again.

Three terrible things happen in a single day. Essun, a woman living an ordinary life in a small town, comes home to find that her husband has brutally murdered their son and kidnapped their daughter. Meanwhile, mighty Sanze -- the world-spanning empire whose innovations have been civilization's bedrock for a thousand years -- collapses as most of its citizens are murdered to serve a madman's vengeance. And worst of all, across the heart of the vast continent known as the Stillness, a great red rift has been torn into the heart of the earth, spewing ash enough to darken the sky for years. Or centuries.

Now Essun must pursue the wreckage of her family through a deadly, dying land. Without sunlight, clean water, or arable land, and with limited stockpiles of supplies, there will be war all across the Stillness: a battle royale of nations not for power or territory, but simply for the basic resources necessary to get through the long dark night. Essun does not care if the world falls apart around her. She'll break it herself, if she must, to save her daughter.

What you know for sure is that you’re not a child. You don’t want to know what would happen if you were (this world is nasty). But you walk. Restlessly, you walk. At this point you’re not sure it means something. You go on, though, because you’re intrigued. Orogene, guardian, pirate, commless, you’re part of the humanity anyway (they don’t think you are). You’re no stranger to rules (death awaits if you are) yet life destroys them at times (this is the way the world ends, again). Sometimes you wish info-dumping existed (confusion is you) but not anymore (you just wait, it makes sense).

(Friends do not exist. The fulcrum is not a school. Grits are not children. Orogenes are not people. Weapons have no need of friends.)

They lied, didn’t they? (of course they did) The rage (or is it revenge) threatens to close your throat at any moment but you are strong, so go on, go on, just a little longer.

“Perhaps you think it wrong that I dwell so much on the horrors, the pain, but pain is what shapes us, after all. We are creatures born of heat and pressure and grinding, ceaseless movement. To be still is to be… not alive.”

You’re not sure how it happened but you laugh. It’s a strange thing, that laugh. It takes you by surprise (the tears are never far).

“But this is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
For the last time.”

You understand, finally, and you’re amazed (it hurts, though).

BOOK REVIEW – A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses #2) by Sarah J. Maas

BOOK REVIEW – A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses #2) by Sarah J. MaasA Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses #2)
by Sarah J. Maas
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Synopsis:

Feyre survived Amarantha's clutches to return to the Spring Court—but at a steep cost. Though she now has the powers of the High Fae, her heart remains human, and it can't forget the terrible deeds she performed to save Tamlin's people.

Nor has Feyre forgotten her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court. As Feyre navigates its dark web of politics, passion, and dazzling power, a greater evil looms—and she might be key to stopping it. But only if she can harness her harrowing gifts, heal her fractured soul, and decide how she wishes to shape her future—and the future of a world cleaved in two.

With more than a million copies sold of her beloved Throne of Glass series, Sarah J. Maas's masterful storytelling brings this second book in her seductive and action-packed series to new heights.

“I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”

Once upon a time, I decided to give A Court of Thorns and Roses a chance and… I hated everything about it : Feyre’s apathy, Tamlin’s control-freak issues, the lack of any world-building or, I don’t know, plot.

Wait – did I say everything? I lied. Hidden in this forest of dullness and platitude, shined Rhysand. That little shit. Cunning, layered, and oh so intriguing – his scenes snapped me out of my intense boredom.

I loved everything about A Court of Mist and Fury.

And to think that I almost didn’t read it. What a fool I’d have been : I would have missed this nastier, sexier, darker, more captivating and splendid tale.

Are you most likely to enjoy this sequel if you hated the first book? Honestly, it depends on what annoyed you in A Court of Thorns and Roses, but if it was the romance and Feyre’s boring life in that freaking castle, I’d say yes, yes, YES.

Will you like this book if you fell in love with the first one? Maybe. Read further and let see what you’ll decide.

* SPOILERS FOR A Court of Thorns and Roses *

Oh, that. In all honestly, it depends on what you saw when you looked at Tamlin in A Court of Thorns and Roses. As far as I’m concerned, I saw an overprotective, liar ass, and I did not think for one minute that his behavior in the sequel was unbelievable. Feyre was blind to his control-freak issues in ACOTAR but I sure wasn’t.

Tamlin wasn’t a good guy in my book, and here’s why (all quotes are from A Court of Thorns and Roses)

Proof #1 : His need to shelter Feyre was already present

“No, I don’t want you to live somewhere else. I want you here, where I can look after you – where I can come home and know you’re here, painting and safe.”

See, he said something similar in the beginning of A Court of Mist and Fury and it reminded me why I despised him : he never, ever wanted Feyre to be powerful and to learn to fight, oh god no. His views on her role always were traditional and sexist. He, the male, would protect her, even if it meant lying to her, “for her own good”.

Proof #2 : Assaulting someone is okay when you’re a High Lord

“I bit her”, Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak. “We ran into each other in the hall after the Rite.“ (…) “So, if Feyre can’t be bothered to listen to orders, then I can’t be held accountable for the consequences.”

It was her damn fault! She shouldn’t have been there! Why didn’t she listen to me and stay sheltered! I cannot help! I realize that many people wouldn’t be bothered by this because *cheap plot device* oh, sorry – it’s not his fault, he’s high on Fae celebration or some shit. Yet – yet. That reaction the day after? IS IT THE ONE OF THAT GOOD GUY EVERYONE IS WEEPING ABOUT NOW? Fuck me, really, because I did not see that in him. Nobody told her WHY she should stay in her room. RING A BELL? The way Tamlin keeps hiding things from her in A Court of Mist and Fury was no surprise for me, given the fact that he couldn’t be bothered to tell her that she would most likely be RAPED if she got out of her room that day. Fuck you, Tamlin. No, really. Fuck you.

Proof #3 : He would go to any length to keep her “safe”, even against her own wishes

Tell me, does Feyre want to leave when he puts her in the carriage that takes her back to the mortal realm? No, she doesn’t. Does she have a choice? No, never. Here’s a man who says please and means obey, who sure has no hold on his temper when what he thinks belongs to him is threatened. Too bad humans aren’t mere objects.

This, again, depends on what you thought about them in A Court of Thorns and Roses. I, for one, saw a broken girl who needed to be protected and was blinded by a castle and his handsome master. I did not see love, but merely attraction, and even then, their absence of chemistry made me wonder why the fuck she stayed with him (she could paint, though).

“I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that—maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who—what I am now.” There.”

But this frightened, broken girl is dead. Her need to be sheltered and protected vanished, and with it, her acceptance of Tamlin’s tantrums. I personally loved how she addressed the fact that her own growth made her seek another kind of relationship, and I thought that it was realistic and believable.

While Tamlin cannot see that his overprotective behavior suffocates her, Rhysand wants to give her the tools to be independent and self-reliant, free. In what world – I mean it – in WHAT WORLD am I supposed to expect her to stay with someone who thinks that she doesn’t need to be powerful?

“And I realized—I realized how badly I’d been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I’d been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.”

First of all, it was pretty obvious from the moment we met him in A Court of Thorns and Roses that the High Lord of the Night Court was more complex than he wanted us to see. Yes he is cunning and yes he’s ready to make harsh decisions in order to reach his goals. I won’t deny it, because that’s part of what I love about him. When it comes to fairies who are hundreds of years old, I do not expect some knight prince in shining armor. Of course he isn’t! Yet the sacrifices he made for his people, the masks under which he hides make him so much more captivating and endearing.

It does not mean that I excuse all his actions, but contrary to Tamlin, he is honest about who he is, and I respect him for that.

Not to mention that the growth of his relationship with Feyre – gradual, slow, and full of tension – was everything I wanted in A Court of Thorns and Roses and didn’t get. These two made my heart pound, drove me to giggle at their constant banter, shared a hell of a chemistry and the way he supported her in her freedom made me want to hug the guy.

I will always prefer a hero who wants the heroine to be strong and lets her make her own choices. ALWAYS.

This wicked Lord is just right up my alley, okay? He’s full of surprises and everything I expected him to be – even more, if I’m being honest. I understand and love him, and I won’t be sorry about that.

Also, sexting through magic notes should totally be a thing.

Finally, the new characters he brings with him? Absolutely delightful. And by that, I mean the best kind of crazy (Amren, I’m looking at you).

YES THERE IS! I am so glad to inform you that we finally get to explore the world and let me tell you, it was fantastic : from the beautiful descriptions of the settings (plural) to the numerous details about the politics at stake, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that we weren’t drowning into some blank space like in A Court of Thorns and Roses.

Don’t look at me like that – what did she do in A Court of Thorns and Roses except painting and swooning over Tamlin? Nothing. If the plot got better once they were under the mountain, it remains that the romance was so overwhelming that I wouldn’t have called the first book fantasy for one second. This sequel is different : if the romance is still there, it takes a step back and there is an actual plot to follow. Thank you.

As for Feyre, if her new powers flirt dangerously on spechul snowflake territory at some point, it remains that her growth and development is perhaps what I loved the most about this book (okaaaay, except Rhysand, but come on). Gone is the idealist human, who thought that the boundaries between right and wrong were impermeable : she’s no stranger to fear, but she’s more ruthless, cunning, and fierce. With Rhysand’s help, she finally becomes the heroine of her own life, and I really, really appreciated that.

I say YES to women’s empowerment. Of course I say yes.

I HAVE NO IDEA. The ending was fantastic, epic, and left me starving for MORE. Well done.

► Granted, A Court of Mist and Fury wasn’t perfect by any means, the writing was a little too dramatic for my tastes and the comparision between Tamlin and Rhys lacked subtetly sometimes. Yet I loved every second of it, and for that, it deserves its 5 stars.

PS. “In an interview, Sarah J Maas stated that Rhys would be sorted into Slytherin if he attended Hogwarts.” NOW I KNOW. New pick in my Team woot!

BOOK REVIEW: A Gathering of Shadows (Shades of Magic #2) by V.E. Schwab

BOOK REVIEW: A Gathering of Shadows (Shades of Magic #2) by V.E. SchwabA Gathering of Shadows (Shades of Magic #2)
by V.E. Schwab
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Synopsis:

It has been four months since a mysterious obsidian stone fell into Kell's possession. Four months since his path crossed with Delilah Bard. Four months since Prince Rhy was wounded, and since the nefarious Dane twins of White London fell, and four months since the stone was cast with Holland's dying body through the rift – back into Black London.

Now, restless after having given up his smuggling habit, Kell is visited by dreams of ominous magical events, waking only to think of Lila, who disappeared from the docks as she always meant to do. As Red London finalizes preparations for the Element Games – an extravagant international competition of magic meant to entertain and keep healthy the ties between neighboring countries – a certain pirate ship draws closer, carrying old friends back into port.

And while Red London is caught up in the pageantry and thrills of the Games, another London is coming back to life. After all, a shadow that was gone in the night will reappear in the morning. But the balance of magic is ever perilous, and for one city to flourish, another London must fall.

 

And then in the silence, he heard a sound: not a sob, or a scream, but a laugh.
And it took him a moment to recognize the voice.
It was his.

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2016 has by far been one of my most rewarding reading years yet, beginning with almost 90% win and so little loss. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’ve taken what I’ve learned and I have applied it to almost every book I might read, making it extremely easy to see what might work for me…and what won’t. It’s not a fool proof system, I’ll admit, but it certainly makes it easier when there is a bad book thrown in here or there. It’s not near as annoying as when I consistently am reading crap. But, with all this epicness so early in the year, there are also some fears arising, as well…and that’s if I can keep up all this win-It’s a long year, and there’s still a lot of disappointment to be had (Like a couple ends to a few of my favorite series that fell flat, unfortunately). But one thing is an absolute certainty: In a sea of losers, when it comes to second books in series and such, I never had any doubt about how amazing the Darker Shade second book would be….and I have no doubt that the end will take my breath away.

But he’d missed her, and with the city so overrun, how was he supposed to find her again?
Just follow the knives, said a voice in his head. And the bodies they’re lodged in.

I have this curse, you see, where I HATE second books-almost always. I will admit that that’s began to change as of late, but I still find that a few eek in here and there. More often than not, though, it seems the third and final books have been the largest problem: Lack of execution, not tying things up, changing the whole premise of the story, changing characters, etc. etc.-And it has been a large disappointment, more often than not. It’s starting to make the second book curse look tame!! But no, when I picked this book up, I immediately felt my weary muscles relax, my mood lighten, and my heart begin to beat faster and faster.

Dangerous.
Reckless.
Foolish.
Mad.

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It doesn’t matter that this fell into one of my least favorite second book tropes (was it a trope, though?? It was kind of a choice?), because every sentence, every page, every little thing was written so beautifully and made it so you couldn’t help to read one more page, one more chapter…and then, before you knew it, you were ten more percent in and still couldn’t stop.

Lila stopped drawing her finger through the cider, and no one noticed that the spilled liquid kept moving, tracing patterns across the wood.
Someone set a fresh drink in front of her.
Alucard was calling for attention.
“To London,” he said, raising his glass.
Lila raised her own.
“To London,” she said, smiling like a knife.

These characters just have a way about them. It’s not so much that they are different from other characters we love, adore, cherish, admire, obsess about-No, it’s not that. It’s something in their chemistry, in their DNA, something that, immediately upon meeting them, crawled under your skin without you even realizing it. It’s something that made you think about them long after you had closed the book. It’s something that had you thinking about them in the dark, longing for more of their adventure deep into the night. You just have this deeper understanding of them….and yet you still want to know more.

He didn’t have anything on his person, and they wouldn’t be able to find anything in his coat, not unless he wanted it to be found. He sometimes worried that the coat had a mind of its own. The only other person who’d ever managed to find what they wanted in its pockets was Lila. He’d never found out how she’d done that. Traitorous coat.

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I can’t even begin to explain how much I adore this story, for I can’t think of many books where something I hate becomes a giggle fest for me. A sleight of hand. A shadow in the corner. A lingering thought. A hopeless wish, or maybe even a longing so deep they saw each other everywhere-it’s the simplest thing, yet it gets under your skin and becomes a part of you. I adore these characters so intensely that it became a visceral thing when one of them would hurt, when one of them would cry, when one of them was in absolute pain. And I know you all probably think it’s all Kell and all Lila…but it’s not-Not even close.

As a thief in the night, Lila Bard knew that staying out of the light was the surest way to stay alive, but she couldn’t help it, she relished this kind of trick. Standing right in front of a mark while you pocketed their coins. Smiling while you stole. Looking them in the eye and daring them to see past the ruse. Because the best tricks were the ones pulled off not while the mark’s back was turned, but while they were watching.

There’s Rhy. There’s Alucard. There’s Calla. And, ya know, there’s Lila’s crew…but that’s beside the point-YOU GET THE PICTURE. Rhy and Alucard became two characters who I couldn’t live without, simply because they meant the world to my lovely Kell and my fierce Lila-they were central to the story and not only added to it, but enhanced every single scene. They brought forth extreme visceral, intense emotion that caused the most amazing feelings-Pain, heartache. Soul-crushing love. Unyielding friendship. Loyalty….Jealousy. Like I said, there really is no emotion I haven’t felt while reading this series, and I can’t help but to want to re-read it already. In fact, I could read these two books over and over and over again. But I’m at work (SHHHHH, my laptop has gone to SHIT) and I can’t keep going on and on and on and…..yeah, I love this story, this could go on for a while. So! I will get onto what I want to anyway: My two beautiful lovebirds, Kell and Lila.

I am Delilah Bard, she thought. Pirate, thief, magician.
Her fingertips began to thrum.
I have crossed worlds and taken ships. Fought queens and saved cities.
Her bones shuddered and her blood raced.
I am one of a kind.

Lila is a stubborn little shit, I’ll admit, especially in this one, but she is so damn loyal, fierce, and she has a thirst for life I can’t help but to admire. She longs to see the world, and she is finally seeing it…but she can’t help but to think back to the boy with one beautiful eye and one black, his face set in a perpetual frown with a little crease between his brows (Hey, I didn’t say Lila was the only one who loved him….). And what better way to see him than to compete in the Essen Tasch…a deadly competition showcasing magic from some of the most skilled magicians in their world-Something so dangerous only Lila would find a way into it.

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“What brings you to my room?” he asked, relief bleeding into annoyance.
“Adventure. Intrigue. Brotherly concern. Or,” continued the prince lazily, “perhaps I’m just giving your mirror something to look at besides your constant pout.”
Kell frowned, and Rhy smiled. “Ah, there it is! That famous scowl.”
“I don’t scowl,” grumbled Kell.

And then my Kell…my darling Kell. This book was hard for him, in more ways than one. He is lonely. He is tortured from the events in the previous installment (subtly so, but still there). He has a restlessness inside him that is unparalleled to anything he has ever felt before. And, now more than ever, he feels like he doesn’t belong with the family he was brought into…only Rhy makes him feel as he always has-Like a brother. They love each other so intensely, and it is beautiful to see-and then I just love their banter….it keeps Kell grounded and gives Rhy joy to make the forever frowning Kell smile or laugh.

“How subtle,” said Kell tonelessly.
“You could at least pretend to be grateful.”
“And you couldn’t have picked something a little more…I don’t know…imposing? A serpent? A great beast? A bird of prey?”
“A bloody handprint?” retorted Rhy. “Oh, what about a glowing black eye?”
Kell glowered.

But my point in saying all that is he and Rhy are closer than ever *insert eye brow raise here* but there is something darker inside them, something that makes it harder to be who they once were. They feel the gravity of it weighing them down each passing day-They are beginning to feel suffocated and have no way to release it.

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But Kell would do literally anything for his brother, something we saw many times in the last book, but we now see that Rhy would do the same…and it warmed my soul.

He tipped his chin up so the men could see his eyes, and took a measure of grim satisfaction as the color bled from their faces. And then footsteps sounded, and Kell turned to find more men pouring into the alley. Drunk and angry and armed. Something stirred in him.
His heart raced, and magic surged through his veins. He felt something on his face, and it took him a moment to realize he was smiling.

It was so hard to see how deeply Kell’s loneliness went, how it effected him every moment of every day…and how he buried it deep within himself so he could continue to help his brother. But when his brother comes to him with a proposition so dangerous, so deadly, so…..exciting, Kell can’t help but to consider it. He’s an Antari…so he can’t compete…but will they find a way around that loophole?? And, most importantly, why can’t he stop thinking about his sharp-edged girl with two differently shaded brown eyes with a knack for knives, thievery, and trouble…and why does he see her in every little person, shadow, and alley?

“Hello,” said Lila.
“Hello,” said Kell. “Where have you been?”
Lila smirked. “Why, did you miss me?”
Kell opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again before finally managing to answer, “Yes.”

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This story was naturally made for me, what with all the danger, the peril, the competition, the friendship, passion, and loyalty. I loved the pulse-pounding ending and this whole story, really, but the first admittedly holds my heart, if I’m being honest. I just wanted people to know-the first may not be everyone’s favorite-but it’s mine *shrugs* I can’t help it!!! I just adore first books SO MUCH!!! But, more than that, Kell makes this series for me. I love the writing, the atmosphere, everything about it….but Kell keeps me coming back because I adore every little thing about him. He would do anything for his brother Rhy….but he would for Lila, too. He’d risk his life a million times over for them, and my heart swells even now as I type this out. He has my heart, and so does this series. I know I will surely die of anticipation before February 2017….but it will be completely worth the wait. And I know a certain Snake will be more than happy to finish this adventure with me. KELL!! ♥

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My feels for this series in GIF form…

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OMGGGGG MY POOR BOOOY!!!!! I just love this series and Kell so so much! What a cruel thing to have to wait until 2017 for the finale to this absolutely breathtaking, soul-crushing, heartbreaking series.

I can’t believe this series has reached me on such a deep, emotional level, but it has…I am completely obsessed with it. From it’s characters to the setting to the intricate plot, there isn’t a moment in either book where I haven’t loved and adored it.

These characters have such loyalty, such deep, heart-felt connections to those surrounding them-you just can’t help but get sucked into the magic that is this world.

I cannot WAIT to write a review for book two of one of my favorite series EVER!!! 😛

RTC (I WILL DO THIS)

BOOK REVIEW: The Raven King (The Raven Cycle #4) by Maggie Stiefvater

BOOK REVIEW: The Raven King (The Raven Cycle #4) by Maggie StiefvaterThe Raven King (The Raven Cycle #4)
by Maggie Stiefvater
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Synopsis:

Nothing living is safe. Nothing dead is to be trusted.

For years, Gansey has been on a quest to find a lost king. One by one, he’s drawn others into this quest: Ronan, who steals from dreams; Adam, whose life is no longer his own; Noah, whose life is no longer a lie; and Blue, who loves Gansey…and is certain she is destined to kill him.

Now the endgame has begun. Dreams and nightmares are converging. Love and loss are inseparable. And the quest refuses to be pinned to a path.

I don’t know. She held him tightly, loving him and keeping him. We could just stay here.
I love you, Blue, but I know what I have to do. I don’t want to. But I know what I have to do.

So the wait is finally over-The coveted final book of the Raven Cycle is finally out-or rather, I was one of the lucky people who got her copy early-and now all our questions have been answered (Were they, though??? No, not all of them, frankly). I finally found out the fate of my beloved Gansey and…I just can’t help to be a little disappointed. IE, this is me all alone, not liking this book:

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It was this: this moment and no other moment, and for the first time that Gansey could remember, he knew what it would feel like to be present in his own life.

GAWD this makes me sicker than a dog, saying that. Was it because I expected too much?? Was it my fault for putting so much pressure on the finale of one of my favorite series of all time? Or could it possibly be that I blame the author a little bit? Because, in all honesty, I kind of do. I mean…this was supposed to be out 6 months ago or more. That’s a long time. At that point, it had already been a year wait, and then adding on many months more is a like a punch to the gut. When I found that out, I was one of those that figured it was more than worth the wait.

Gansey asked, “Do you have time to run an errand with us? Do you have work? Homework?”
“No homework. I got suspended,” Blue replied.
“Get the fuck out,” Ronan said, but with admiration.
“Sargent, you asshole.”
Blue reluctantly allowed him to bump fists with her as Gansey eyed her meaningfully in the rearview mirror.

But here I am, one of the privileged people lucky enough to have finished the book before it’s even been released, and I can’t help but feel like maybe I was a little disconnected. I LOVE Gansey…I can’t even breathe when I think about him. He will always and forever be one of my absolutely favorite book boyfriends ever. But, even with my large and obsessive I-lost-so-much-sleep-awaiting-Gansey’s-fate feels, I still didn’t fall in love with this story like I did with the previous three.

“For what?”
“Emptying another student’s backpack over his car. I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“I do,” Ronan said.
“Well, I don’t. I’m not proud of it.”
Ronan patted her leg. “I’ll be proud for you.”

I guess maybe I should be up front and say that I didn’t think there was enough Gansey-or even Blue-for my liking. And when he did appear?? He was like….so boring. It crushed my heart every time he came on and was totally unlike himself, totally without that whimsical aura around him I’ve become used to. Call me selfish, but I guess I just wanted way more of the guy who has became a large part of my universe in the final installment. And also, just to be up front, I read this in one day and it’s hard to say if some things didn’t get lost in my mad dash to finish, so maybe I’m looking at this from entirely the wrong perspective. But then again…maybe I’m wholly right.

Ronan’s throat was raw. I’ll do anything! I’ll do anything! I’ll do anythi
It was unmaking everything Ronan loved.
Please

For those of you Ronan and Adam shippers, this is most definitely your book. I can’t say I’m bitter, because I am quite obsessed with Ronan and I don’t dislike Adam anymore, but it did suck to feel like this book was, yet again, focused on Ronan. Now, that being said, I have a certain friend I just know will die from excitement when she reads this. I’m happy for her-and all those who thought this was the best one ever-but disappointed for myself.

It was Blue’s shoulder and her collarbone and her legs and her throat and her laugh her laugh her laugh. He couldn’t stop looking at her, and here, it didn’t matter, because no one here cared that they were together. Here, he could play his fingers over her fingers as they stood close, she could lean her cheek on his bare shoulder, he could hook his ankle playfully in hers, she could catch herself with an arm around his waist. Here he was unbelievably greedy for that laugh.

I got a little greedy, is all, and I need to get my head on straight, because this book was fucking excellent, in more ways than one. I mean, the creepy demon in this one just…ugh it made my day. The problems in this story, they were everything I could ask for. And oh man….the things that happen because of evil….Agh! They are by far my favorite parts of the story and what made me the happiest-Now, hey, I never said I was sane.

“Don’t be like that,” Calla said.
“Like what?”
“Bitter.” Maura considered, and then added, “I just want you to look at your future as a world where anything is possible.”
Blue shot back, “Like Gansey not dying before April? Like me not killing my true love with a kiss? Any of those possibilities?”

I did cry, I did laugh, I did smile. Though, because of my disconnect somewhere along the line, it wasn’t as much as I had hoped I’d feel. I’d get the beginnings of butterflies and then they’d disappear almost as immediately as they appeared. I’m not used to this sensation when reading this series, I must tell you. And I don’t know if it’s because I was reading the hardback (though that’s SURELY not it?), because I just really needed more Gansey because, really, I really am just that selfish, or because….I just felt pressure to love it. I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know. I am just sooooo mad and upset I didn’t feel the love I’m used to.

“I don’t know, Adam! You’re asking me to define an abstract concept that no one has managed to explain since time began. You sort of sprang it on me,” Gansey said. “Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don’t want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don’t want to starve. How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her. Why?”

And you might be saying oh, but that’s a good rating! No…it is, really, but in Chelsea ratings? For books Chelsea loves and cherishes and adores and obsesses about for a year and a half?? This is a very lackluster rating. And it makes me so sad.

Richard Gansey was failing to sleep. When he closed his eyes: Blue’s hands, his voice, black bleeding from a tree. It was starting, starting. No. It was ending. He was ending. This was the landscape of his personal apocalypse. What was excitement when he was wakeful melted into dread when he was tired.

So. I don’t know. I just don’t feel like dwelling on why it wasn’t perfect for me as I had hoped it would be. There were too many extra POVs talking about things I just didn’t care about (THOUGH THEY WERE ESSENTIAL TO THE STORY, I REALIZE) and not enough of what I had hoped and expected and longed for. Gansey is still some one I will never forget and I will ALWAYS obsess about this series…but, even with all the peril and darkness and epic endings and fantastic writing…for me?? It just wasn’t enough.

Unmaker, unmaker, I wake, I wake, I wake

 

BOOK REVIEW – The Forbidden Wish by Jessica Khoury

BOOK REVIEW – The Forbidden Wish by Jessica KhouryThe Forbidden Wish by Jessica Khoury
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Synopsis:

She is the most powerful Jinni of all. He is a boy from the streets. Their love will shake the world...

When Aladdin discovers Zahra's jinni lamp, Zahra is thrust back into a world she hasn't seen in hundreds of years -- a world where magic is forbidden and Zahra's very existence is illegal. She must disguise herself to stay alive, using ancient shape-shifting magic, until her new master has selected his three wishes. 



But when the King of the Jinn offers Zahra a chance to be free of her lamp forever, she seizes the opportunity—only to discover she is falling in love with Aladdin. When saving herself means betraying him, Zahra must decide once and for all: is winning her freedom worth losing her heart?

As time unravels and her enemies close in, Zahra finds herself suspended between danger and desire in this dazzling retelling of Aladdin from acclaimed author Jessica Khoury.

Review:

Buddy Read with my fabulous co-bloggers Anna & Chelsea for Anna’s belated birthday read! ♥

The Forbidden Wish was a magical journey that was fun and enchanting.  It started off with a bang, and each page was wrapped in beautifully, intoxicating words.  I rooted for the boy and the jinni to have a chance.  To find their happiness.  But I did struggle making that connection to Zahra, the jinni, and at times I would forget some of the characters names.  But there were still so many moments that captured my attention and continually kept pulling me back into the story.

He is just a boy, a moment in time that will soon pass. I have known a thousand and one like him. I will know a thousand and one more. He is nothing. I tell myself this, so that I will not hope for him. I am not allowed to hope. I am forbidden a wish of my own.

Before I go any further, I have a teeny tiny confession.  I literally remember nothing from the Disney movie Aladdin.  I saw it when it first released in the theaters, and while I remember what the characters looked like, I don’t remember much else.  Case in point, I thought that the jinni‘s name was Aladdin.  Thank you giggling, gossiping friends from back in the day that I went to the theater with lol.  So while I can’t compare this book to the movie,  I’m glad I went into it partially blind.  It made the characters feel that much more unique to me.

Aladdin raises a tentative hand to my cheek. Immobile with both dread and longing, I can only stare up at him, flushing with warmth when he gently runs his hand down the side of my face. I shut my eyes, leaning into his touch just slightly, my stomach leaping. Longing. Wishing.

Zahra was such an enigma.  She could be so level-headed one moment, and then the next her emotions would get the better part of her.  She had the capability of being a true friend, but she also had to become manipulative at times.  But there was a valid reason for the manipulative part. After thousands of years of being a slave to her bottle and granting wishes for others, she had a chance to be free.  But to do so, she had to manipulate Aladdin.  Which seemed simple enough to her at first.  Yet there’s no way it could be simple once she truly started to see who Aladdin was as a person.

Even a thief may have honor, and even a jinni may have a heart. -Aladdin

Aladdin.  Oh, he was a truly remarkable thief.  Especially when it came to people’s hearts.  But my favorite thing about him was his thoughtful heart.  The moments he was selfless and thought of others firsts was amazing.  So it’s no surprise that his thievery, drunken ways and flirtation with other women didn’t bother me.  Especially when I saw how he interacted with Zahra.  But him and Zahra together was something that could never be.  But then again, rules were meant to be broken at times, right?

I meet his eyes, feeling the vibrations of the thunder outside echoing in my chest. The way he looks at me—steady and silent, bold and bright—makes me feel as if the storm outside were trapped inside me, thunder and rain and light, rolling and crashing.

While I enjoyed the time Zahra and Aladdin were together, I kept trying to find a connection or a link to Zahra.  She had many attributes that were respectable, but I couldn’t click with her.  And since she’s the narrator, it made me feel as though I was a little bit outside of the story, instead of fully immersed.  And unfortunately I struggled with another point.  Names.  We were introduced to a lot of characters and many of their names were unique to me.  So they wouldn’t stick.  I even struggled remembering Zahra’s name at times.  Or the women who surrounded Caspida, I can’t even remember one of their names.  But speaking of Caspida, I would love to learn more about her.  There is so much story in the past and future to be told when it comes to her.

“You know we don’t stand a chance,” I whisper. Aladdin looks down at me, his hand squeezing my arm. “We’re still alive, aren’t we? Come on, Smoky. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

So I had a lot of fun following Zahra and Aladdin on their adventurous tale.  I wish I would have found that connection to Zahra, but maybe you’ll be able to easily make that connection  Regardless, if you adore a retelling, then you should definitely check this one out.  It’s filled with lots of adventure, love and friendship and I can tell that many people are going to fall hard for The Forbidden Wish! PS The nicknames were beyond adorable, with Zahra calling Aladdin thief, and Aladdin calling Zahra smokey.

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