In the few short days since I've read this book, I've edited this review several times in my mind. My reaction keeps evolving. I think my progression...moreIn the few short days since I've read this book, I've edited this review several times in my mind. My reaction keeps evolving. I think my progression through these stages is more telling than whatever my opinion of the moment is, so here's how it's gone.
During the book: refer to the top review by Kat cause my feelings were the same.
Last page: "Auuuuggghhh!!! No no no no NO! That can't be the end!!!! You're killing me Sarah Rees Brennan!!" Insert lots of angsty hair pulling and gnashing of teeth. Then suddenly stopping, sitting bolt upright like an alert prairie dog, and gasping, "When does the next book come out?" and frantically pawing at the goodreads app to find out its NEXT SUMMER. Insert forlorn resignation.
Immediately after finishing: "Holy honking wow. That book is dripping with awesomesauce."
Later that day: trying to explain the awesomeness of Brennan's writing to anyone who will listen.
24 hours post-read: stewing. "Oooo, that author just thinks she's soooo clever doesn't she?? Giving me just the right amount of dry banter and witty repartee, not to mention the gothic mysteriousness, so that she reeled me in to that cliff-hanger like the sucker that I am. I feel like one of the poor souls in Ursula's garden in The Little Mermaid. It was ingenious, and she knows it. Ah, as much as I despise her hold over my life right now, I have to admit: Well played, Sarah Rees Brennan, well played."
2-3 days after THAT: "Please, please, please, Sarah Rees Brennan, you can't just leave me here like this! What am I going to do for the next 8 months? Pleeeeeeease release the next book sooner-- tomorrow is good for me-- pretty pleeeease? Look, I'm groveling! I'm really just that desperate! You win, alright? You OWN me!"
So that's where I'm at. I'll let you know if I can get passed this. Otherwise, yeah, this next year is going to be misery.(less)
This is an intense sort of book: much like an art-house flick, the imagery is gauzy, the words lyrical, and the mood uncertain.
A line from the story kind of explains the feeling: "She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness."
Stiefvater's writing is layered with nuance like onion skin, blurring the lines of reality with such subtlety that magic seems to have seeped out all around you.
This almost mystical quality, along with the mythology of the story, actually bears striking resemblance to Catherine Fisher's 'Corbenic', though 'The Raven Boys' is slightly easier to tackle. The truth is, this style of writing is not going to appeal to a lot of people. It's a harder read than most books- even with humor and mystery and the supernatural, this is no Indiana Jones or National Treasure or DaVinci Code. You won't be carried along on a tidal wave of action, but rather pulled in by the undertow.(less)
Whoa. Did you see that? I just gave this book 5 stars. I, like, never do that. You know why? Cause for me, 5 stars doesn't just mean a fantastic book,...moreWhoa. Did you see that? I just gave this book 5 stars. I, like, never do that. You know why? Cause for me, 5 stars doesn't just mean a fantastic book, it means a book that has me so enthralled that I don't care about the stupid parts.
A book can be amazingly profound, immaculately written, and perfectly executed and still bug me. At the same time, I have very low tolerance for idiotic books. Editing, plot holes, flawed world-building, and most of all, dippy heroines, are pretty standard these days, and grate my nerves like nothing else.
So, if a story can capture me so completely that I can see past its faults and ignore its weaknesses and still really like it?....
Well, that, my friends, is called love. It's irrational as all get out, but there it is. No one is more surprised than I am.(less)