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.
MORE FRIENDS YAY! There are not nearly enough friends in YA Fantasy, so I was extremely pleased to find a few new characters introduced.
THE WRITING WAS THE BOMB.COM AS ALWAYS, CHUMS.
We get to see looooots more of The Night Court in this book! From the wardrobe to the wings, it’s all “eeeeaaauuuuuugggjhhh so good.“
I AM SO SORRY, I THOUGHT THIS WAS A RESPECTABLE SERIES. Basically, we entirely forget about the plot to swoon over a certain dark-haired Fae. I mean, I love romance. I really do. But you know what else I love? AN ACTUAL STORYLINE. Call me demanding, but I think that’s a fairly essential part of a book!!!
The romance wasn’t even that good. It’s not that I didn’t like the love interest, it’s just that I wasn’t particularly impressed. PROBABLY BECAUSE HE SQUASHED THE PLOT. So yeah, I won’t be swooning anytime soon.
Also, the book was super long. It could’ve been half that long. But noooo, we have to have 62829082 pages of two poor, wounded souls slooooooooowly nestling into each other’s arms. I’m sorry, don’t know if I mentioned this: THAT IS NOT A PLOT.
Also, there are basically 2 pages of Lucien in here. Why??? He’s the best character in the book!
I am so very dissapointed.
Pro tip: Your book should have a plot. Just FYI.
AM I ALONE?! Am I the only one? Or are you in love with ACOMAF? Which is totally fine! You’re free to like whatever book you want! I’d love a to hear what you hated/loved about ACOMAF.
By making him human.
After angering his father Zeus, the god Apollo is cast down from Olympus. Weak and disorientated, he lands in New York City as a regular teenage boy. Now, without his godly powers, the four-thousand-year-old deity must learn to survive in the modern world until he can somehow find a way to regain Zeus’s favour.
But Apollo has many enemies – gods, monsters and mortals who would love to see the former Olympian permanently destroyed. Apollo needs help, and he can think of only one place to go . . . an enclave of modern demigods
APOLLO IS THE BEST THING EVER. I’m about to make a serious, quite possibly atrocious statement: I like Apollo even better than Percy Jackson. That’s correct. Because a) he’s a god b) he’s completely obsessed with himself and boy can I relate and c) he has an eight-pack (usually).
The plot was really cleverly done and it certainly screams RICK RIORDAN. Shall I elaborate? I shall: Rick Riordan has the marveled talent of unrivaled originality and creativity. He sets up Apollo in his own, original world in his own, original situation that can only lead to inevitable hilarity. GO RICK.
We get to see old friends! Whom, I will not say. But yay old friends!
We make new friends! Whom, I will not say. But yay new friends!
#popculturereferences #look #hashtags #iamhip
THERE ARE NEW GODS/TITANS/MONSTERS. Honestly, I don’t know how Rick Riordan finds all these, but he never seems to run out, and he never ceases to make them hilarious. (like me)
Apollo’s anecdotes complete the story. Apollo is to humanity as Scott is to the Kardashians. Oh my gosh. I am great at analogies. Go me.
It was so good I’m not even going to complain that Apollo lost his eight-pack!
Well. I’ll complain a little.
SOOOOO: Percy Jackson or Apollo? What’s your favorite Rick Riordan book/Kardashian? Because you’ve read them all, right? *nervous laughter*
Author: Alwyn Hamilton (which is only a few letters of from ALEXANDER Hamilton)
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy
Published: March 8, 2016
She’s more gunpowder than girl—and the fate of the desert lies in her hands.
Mortals rule the desert nation of Miraji, but mystical beasts still roam the wild and barren wastes, and rumor has it that somewhere, djinni still practice their magic. But there’s nothing mystical or magical about Dustwalk, the dead-end town that Amani can’t wait to escape from.
Destined to wind up “wed or dead,” Amani’s counting on her sharpshooting skills to get her out of Dustwalk. When she meets Jin, a mysterious and devastatingly handsome foreigner, in a shooting contest, she figures he’s the perfect escape route. But in all her years spent dreaming of leaving home, she never imagined she’d gallop away on a mythical horse, fleeing the murderous Sultan’s army, with a fugitive who’s wanted for treason. And she’d never have predicted she’d fall in love with him…or that he’d help her unlock the powerful truth of who she really is.
Arabian Nights + Wild West fantasy world. It sounds absurd. It is. ABSURDLY AND ASTOUNDINGLY AMAZING. It meshes together PERFECTLY, more so than me and potatoes.
Can you put this book down? No. Never. It’s not a choice, it’s not an option. You read or you die (emotionally).
PRAISE BE TO AMANI. She’s the sharpshooter heroine who is 138% not cliched! I know. I feel like every other female character I read about is stuck in that “strong femal character” mold, but Amani is wonderfully original. She’s tough, yes, but never fearless. Plus she actually learns morals in the book such as saving someone who is not yourself WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT.
Wit. So much. In the dialogue, in their actions. This is my unspoken requirement for all books and Rebel of the Sands has more than met it!
JOURNEYS ALL AROUND! Character development, plot development, and en actually journeys. Simply Scrumptious.
This book is clever…it makes you believe you know what’s going to happen but—NEVER MIND. I CAN’T SPOIL.
The writing is musical and clever, but it can be unclear. For example, there were times when I had no idea who was speaking a certain bit of dialogue. I’m still unsure, actually. This isn’t too big of a problem, though, and it’s not an uncommon mistake among debut books. I have faith in Alwyn Hamilton, I’m sure that once she straightens her writing out a bit more, WE WILL ALL BE BOWING.
Arabian nights, witty dialogue, and character development. These are a few of my favorite things AND THIS BOOK HOLDS THEM ALL.
Do you know of any witty books you could recommend to me? Some Arabian Nights fantasies? Or perhaps Indian inspired fantasies? COME DISCUSS EVERYTHING WITH ME.
Published: April 19, 2016 by St. Martin’s Griffin (In the USA, anyway)
Thank you to St. Martin’s Griffin for providing a review copy! This in no way melts away my judgemental, grumpy reviewing skills.
It’s 1989 and Rae is a fat, boy-mad 17-year-old girl, living in Stamford, Lincolnshire with her mum and their deaf white cat in a council house with a mint off-green bath suite and a larder Rae can’t keep away from. This is the hilarious and touching real-life diary she kept during that fateful year – with characters like her evil friend Bethany, Bethany’s besotted boyfriend, and the boys from the grammar school up the road (who have code names like Haddock and Battered Sausage).
My Fat, Mad Teenage Diary evokes a vanished time when Charles and Di are still together, the Berlin wall is up, Kylie is expected to disappear from the charts at any moment and it’s £1 for a Snakebite and Black in the Vaults pub. My Fat, Mad Teenage Diary will appeal to anyone who’s lived through the 1980s. But it will also strike a chord with anyone who’s ever been a confused, lonely teenager who clashes with their mother, takes themselves VERY seriously and has no idea how hilarious they are.
This book gives SO much perspective. Perspective into living in the 80s, perspective to being bullied and harassed because of your weight, perspective into the world of Rae Earl. And that’s what makes literature so great, the ability to melt into someone’s world and experience it fully. SO YAY TO THIS BOOK FOR THAT!
I am 99% certain I am British. This book is set in England. Ergo, I am pleased. I have found my people mates.
This book is praised for being raw…I believe it’s a bit too raw. It reads like a diary, a memoir—and that’s what it’s supposed to be, I get it. But I really didn’t enjoy it. The format threw me off. As exciting as Rae Earl’s life is, it’s not exciting enough. It doesn’t have a plot. It didn’t appeal to me. Oops. Sorry.
I love those books that inspire you, that make you want to get out there and start a revolution. This…isn’t that book. There’s a big theme of a lack of motivation, and it’s highly infectious. I understand that there was a different purpose. Okay. Cool. That’s great. But I don’t have to like it. It brought me down, actually. That’s not what I need when I read.
A noble effort, simply not for me. BUT BONUS POINTS FOR THE BRITISH THING THOUGH.
What British books delight you? How has literature affected your perspective?
Genre: Young Adult (?), High Fantasy, General perfection
Published: May 19, 2015 by Del Ray
“Our Dragon doesn’t eat the girls he takes, no matter what stories they tell outside our valley. We hear them sometimes, from travelers passing through. They talk as though we were doing human sacrifice, and he were a real dragon. Of course that’s not true: he may be a wizard and immortal, but he’s still a man, and our fathers would band together and kill him if he wanted to eat one of us every ten years. He protects us against the Wood, and we’re grateful, but not that grateful.”
Agnieszka loves her valley home, her quiet village, the forests and the bright shining river. But the corrupted Wood stands on the border, full of malevolent power, and its shadow lies over her life.
Her people rely on the cold, driven wizard known only as the Dragon to keep its powers at bay. But he demands a terrible price for his help: one young woman handed over to serve him for ten years, a fate almost as terrible as falling to the Wood.
The next choosing is fast approaching, and Agnieszka is afraid. She knows—everyone knows—that the Dragon will take Kasia: beautiful, graceful, brave Kasia, all the things Agnieszka isn’t, and her dearest friend in the world. And there is no way to save her.
But Agnieszka fears the wrong things. For when the Dragon comes, it is not Kasia he will choose.
Polish legend-ry perfection. Legends, myths, fairy tales, I LOVE THEM ALL. This tale is spun and weaved with ancient stories and the fact that they are unfamiliar to me only makes in more unbearably DELIGHTFUL.
There’s a (sort of) Beauty & the Beast romance. Basically, they hate each other (ish) and he is mean (ish) but then they realize it is actually because they are trying to fight there maddening feelings of romance so HA. Plus he traps her in his tower. So there’s that. (DO YOU NOT SEE WHY I LOVE IT??)
THE WOOD IS SO CREEPY AND DELICIOUS. Basically, the “villain” in this story is The Wood, which is basically a living, breathing, evil forest. Essentially it’s normal nature on crack. So.
The book is narrated by Agnieszka who is a clumsy baffon who is constantly a mess. LIKE ME! She is forced into this situation where she most be strong, she must be brave, so she has quite a journey, quite a transformation. And guess what? I LOVE IT SO DEARLY.
Oh, the writing. Mythical and magical and full of life. The words are moving, they breathe with the story, they slither and dance across the pages, they smell like dust and feel like velvet and they never let you go.
The plot? THE PLOT? So intense. It’s all a domino effect, growing bigger, into a madder mess, into a glorious tradgedy, into a heartbreaking hope. There is so much happening, there is so much you are trying to grasp, you are overwhelmed but it’s LOVELY, you are overwhelmed, but you don’t want to let go.
THERE IS MAGIC. That should really be all I need to say in order for you to drop your iced coffee and go read this masterpiece.
The world is an absolute mess (and least in the beginning of the tale), but I want to live there. I want to live there because every character is my new best friend. Especially the Dragon. We’re tight. In my mind. In my mind we’re tight.
DON’T BE A SANCTIMONIOUS PIRATE, READ THIS BOOK.
Honestly, we can’t even be friends if you don’t read this book.
JUST KIDDING LOVE YOU.
But please read.
I will bake you a pie. Perhaps also a biscuit.
What magical books have you read recently? Any high fantasy recommendations? Do you prefer magic in your books or real-life situations?
Princess Eadlyn has grown up hearing endless stories about how her mother and father met. Twenty years ago, America Singer entered the Selection and won the heart of Prince Maxon—and they lived happily ever after. Eadlyn has always found their fairy-tale story romantic, but she has no interest in trying to repeat it. If it were up to her, she’d put off marriage for as long as possible.
But a princess’s life is never entirely her own, and Eadlyn can’t escape her very own Selection—no matter how fervently she protests.
Eadlyn doesn’t expect her story to end in romance. But as the competition begins, one entry may just capture Eadlyn’s heart, showing her all the possibilities that lie in front of her . . . and proving that finding her own happily ever after isn’t as impossible as she’s always thought.
The concept is pretty entertaining…I mean, a dystopian bachelorette? That’s pretty unique and that’s pretty interesting. Was it executed as well as it could have been? Debatable.
EADLYN. UGH. You think America is bad, but then her demon child walks into your life, and boy, does it put everything into perspective. Eadlyn is bratty and spoiled and arrogant and completely self-obsessed. She is as much of an insult to humanity as Donald Trump is. Every time someone calls her out on her actions she tries to grab the reader’s pity but it ain’t happening because HONEY, EVERYONE HATES YOU. (Would you like me to go on? Because I can. I really, really can.)
EXCUSE me. Where is the chemistry? 35 guys, and Kiera Cass doesn’t manage to create spark between Eadlyn and any one of them, even when she tries. IT DOESN’T WORK. It doesn’t work because it is atrociously written. JUST SAYIN.
The writing…questionable. It’s written in a severe middle-grade fashion, youngish and overly simplistic. It almost reminds me of Rick Riordan—except Rick Riordan is actually middle-grade and knows how to write well.
DID I MENTION EADLYN?
I don’t understand why Kiera Cass can’t write a tolerable character.
Or, like, write well at all.
What characters have you mentally committed murder too? If you have an answer to that question, a) next time, use your words and b) have you considered therapy?
In GATHERING DARKNESS, book three of the New York Times bestselling Falling Kingdoms series, the stakes have never been higher as three teams push forward on a race to find the Kindred, the four elemental crystals possessing ancient all-powerful magic, first:
Prince Magnus has just witnessed torture, death, and miracles during the bloody confrontation that decimated the rebel forces. Now he must choose between family and justice as his father, the cruel King Gaius, sets out to conquer all of Mytica. All Gaius needs now are the Kindred – the four elemental crystals that give godlike powers to their owner. But the King of Blood is not the only one hunting for this ancient, storied magic…
• THE KRAESHIANS join the hunt. Ashur and Amara, the royal siblings from the wealthy kingdom across the Silver Sea, charm and manipulate their way to the Kindred, proving to be more ruthless than perhaps even the King of Blood himself.
• THE REBELS forge ahead. Princess Cleo and vengeful Jonas lead them, slaying with sweetness, skill, and a secret that can control Lucia’s overpowering magic – all so they can use the Kindred to win back their fallen kingdoms.
• THE WATCHERS follow Melenia out of the Sanctuary. They ally in the flesh with King Gaius, who vows to use Lucia’s powers to unveil the Kindred.
The only certainty in the dark times is that whoever finds the magic first will control the fate of Mytica… but fate can be fickle when magic is involved.
I’VE BECOME MULTI-SHIPPER TRASH?! I still ship Cleo + Jonas, of course—but I also ship Magnus + Cleo. This is helpful because whatever way it ends up, I’ll be immensely pleased. Still. What is this book doing to me? I never thought I’d be that person. I don’t even know who I am anymore. *softly whispers…24601*
The plot is chocolate. With whipped cream. And cocaine. I’m a little addicted. Just a bit. There’s so much conflict—drama, intrigue, it’s the highlight of the book.
There’s FINALLY a death that saddens me ever so slightly. FINALLY. Before, everyone dies and I give zero craps. Now, for the one death out of many, I finally give one. (Okay, maybe it’s more like 1/4 of a crap but whatever)
There are so many dimensions and double love-triangles and etc. I know it’s to add to the intrigue, but honestly the romance is getting a little tedious. The conflict is minimal and the annoyance is great.
Both Lucia and Cleo get a bit more morally ambiguous—one much more than the other. For heaven’s sake, there’s enough evil already! I mean, I love reading about atrociously caniving imbeciles as much as the next guy, but I need at least one somewhat redeeming character!
The writing is REALLY starting to get on my nerves. It tries so hard to be metaphorical and lyrical, but it simply doesn’t have the rhythm. It’s awkward! It’s choppy! And when it’s not trying to be a wannabe Emily Dickinson, it throws out disgustingly clichéd lines.
THE DRAMA IS ADDICTING, the book incites passion. Alas the writing is atrocious and the technical errors are plentiful.
Is fluffy fantasy a thing? Because it is now. You’re welcome, friends.
Do I ever write a review without a Les Miserables gif? (No. No I do not.) Are there any cocaine flavored books I should know about? (Hugs not drugs.)
Natalie Cleary must risk her future and leap blindly into a vast unknown for the chance to build a new world with the boy she loves.
Natalie’s last summer in her small Kentucky hometown is off to a magical start… until she starts seeing the “wrong things.” They’re just momentary glimpses at first—her front door is red instead of its usual green, there’s a pre-school where the garden store should be. But then her whole town disappears for hours, fading away into rolling hills and grazing buffalo, and Nat knows something isn’t right.
That’s when she gets a visit from the kind but mysterious apparition she calls “Grandmother,” who tells her: “You have three months to save him.” The next night, under the stadium lights of the high school football field, she meets a beautiful boy named Beau, and it’s as if time just stops and nothing exists. Nothing, except Natalie and Beau.
Emily Henry’s stunning debut novel is Friday Night Lights meets The Time Traveler’s Wife, and perfectly captures those bittersweet months after high school, when we dream not only of the future, but of all the roads and paths we’ve left untaken.
The “Grandmother” in this book is basically Grandmother Willow from Pocahontas. And yes, I came to this revelation before I realized the protagonist is half-Native American. Sheesh.
DIVERSITY BONUS POINTS! Rachel is both half-Native American and adopted. So. Yay!
This book features insta-love at its very worst. As a defender of insta-love, I find this maddeningly disappointing. There’s absolutely no chemistry, it’s simply: You’re attractive and I’m attractive so let’s get together! Ugh. Please.
Rachel is a plain bean. I felt like the author relied solely on the fact that her MC is diverse in order to make her interesting. Sorry, but that’s not how it works.
WHAT IS THE PLOT? It took longer to move than it takes me to get the urge to exercise! Hardly anything happened until the last 50 pages, where everything happened, making it utterly confusing. Basically, the pacing is pathetic.
I rolled my eyes 465 times. More or less. The author tries to make everything a bigger deal than it is, which is both laughable and irritating.
Nice try, book. But you’re entirely pathetic. Sorry sorry I’m too mean. What insta-love romances have you found to be terribly done?
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy (fan-fanfiction? fictional fanfiction?)
Published: October 6, 2015 by St. Martin’s Griffin
Simon Snow is the worst chosen one who’s ever been chosen.
That’s what his roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he’s probably right.
Half the time, Simon can’t even make his wand work, and the other half, he sets something on fire. His mentor’s avoiding him, his girlfriend broke up with him, and there’s a magic-eating monster running around wearing Simon’s face. Baz would be having a field day with all this, if he were here—it’s their last year at the Watford School of Magicks, and Simon’s infuriating nemesis didn’t even bother to show up.
Carry On is a ghost story, a love story, a mystery and a melodrama. It has just as much kissing and talking as you’d expect from a Rainbow Rowell story—but far, far more monsters.
Simon Snow is a scrumptious pumpkin doodle. He is hilarious. He makes lists. He loves food. He is a complete klutz who can never do anything right. I could go on, if you’d like.
PENELOPE BUNCE IS HALF-INDIAN, HALF-WHITE. I am half-Indian half-white. Penelope Bunce is a fierce, intelligent (she has Indian blood, after all) wizard. Ergo, I am a fierce, intelligent wizard. This is logic.
The spells are just normal words. This might sound a wee bit boring at first, but it’s actually crazy clever. Words have power. Words have metaphorical magic—so all Rainbow Rowell did was give them literal magic in her fictional world. EVERYTHING’S A METAPHOR. I love it.
There’s an actual Bohemian Rhapsody spell in this book. First, I stood in awe at the incredibleness of this. Second, as the title of this review explains, I got the Bohemian Rhapsody stuck in my head. Easy come, easy go.
Rainbow Rowell’s books rolling in wit. Awkward, adorable, light-hearted wit. It is basically my goal to be Rainbow Rowell.
Okay, I understand. The whole point of Carry On was to be the fanfiction of a fictional rip-off from a fictional world (Fangirl). It’s so similar to Harry Potter in the beginning. It develops into something so unique and wonderful, but…still. Originality is so very important to me, I can’t help but be bothered.
The first 150 pages is just spent wondering where Baz is. Seriously. That’s it. The beginning certainly could’ve been shortened, or at least had some more drama/action/whatever in it.
WITTY. ADORABLE. Wonderful, original nuances fluttering about. But the beginning? Too slow and too similar to Harry Potter.
Who are your favorite witty characters? Have you read any truly loathsome Harry Potter rip-offs?