One would think that my ever increasing age would make me less susceptible to the wisened ways of authors who create tormented characters in the name...moreOne would think that my ever increasing age would make me less susceptible to the wisened ways of authors who create tormented characters in the name of swoon. Sadly, it has not.
The Lynburn Legacy isn't the most stunningly written series. There were plenty of scenes that made me roll my eyes and shout mental indignations that no teenagers are so naive and goodly, but once you get past this initial short coming, these characters really worm their way in. And the story isn't half bad either. But I think the characters sell this story more than the plot points. Its refreshing to read about a heroine that is described as average and doesn't lament over her lack of "hotness" but rather rocks out her most prized asset, intelligence. Hoorah! And these characters value friendship and desire to be normal and good and try to obey their parents, which is an almost non-existant concept in YA literature. Not to say this series is without its cliches, because I assure it is not. Our hero is tormented and naturally, all the more attractive for it. Our average heroine has earned the adoration of everyone around her, though, luckily it is made apparent that this is due to her good, sassy nature and not because she is really super attractive to everyone but herself. And the heroines are way to clever with their humor which made it loose its intended effect, but somehow, I was able to overlook these things and really settle in with this series. The concept intrigued me, and I'm not going to lie...I like this Jared Lynburn.
In short, I suggest this series to anyone wanting to read a decent paranormal tale that has its fair share of swoon. But be warned, its frustrating as hell!(less)
Another day, another atrocious read....That is so stinkin hot I could barely stand it! Chapter 62, you were totally worth the agonizing wait. I may ha...moreAnother day, another atrocious read....That is so stinkin hot I could barely stand it! Chapter 62, you were totally worth the agonizing wait. I may have even been willing to endure a few more poorly written chapters just on the promise of your existence because you were that good. Dang it al if this one didn't end in a mother of a cliff hanger and I'm shocked to say I desperately want to know what happens, even though I rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth the entire last three chapters of this book. Juliet gets on my nerves so bad. And the writing, gah, what's with all the pauses, telling and self reflection?! Stop it...and focus on Warner. He is the only good part of this story. Please don't ruin him, and by ruin him, I mean make the mary sue heroine chicken out on choosing him so that she can maintain her boring status quo.(less)
I'm not going to sugar coat it, this book is almost appallingly bad and yet mind numbingly delicious. There are so many things wrong with it, I don't...moreI'm not going to sugar coat it, this book is almost appallingly bad and yet mind numbingly delicious. There are so many things wrong with it, I don't even know where to start. The prose is so purple it's almost black, Juliet is shockingly ignorant and self involved, and the plot goes from intriguing to xmen gone wrong. Yet this book somehow managed to keep me entertained. I blame the bad boy, who is nothing less than enticing when I know he shouldn't be.
I'm not going to defend my like for this one. My brain is telling me I should be ashamed and that I should tear it to shreds, but my hormones are telling my brain to shut the hell up because Warner is hot and it wants to read the sequel to find out just how much more compelling he can become.
Hopefully Juliet won't annoy me to the point that not even Warner can compensate.(less)
Rainbow Rowell's writing is a time machine and I was grateful for the ride. As any blurb will tell you, Eleanor Park contains the story of a misfit an...moreRainbow Rowell's writing is a time machine and I was grateful for the ride. As any blurb will tell you, Eleanor Park contains the story of a misfit and the boy who saves her. What it doesn't tell you is that he saves her by loving her and by giving her someone worthy to love in return. Its very charming and adorable. Too charming for me to convey well, so I am going to share with you what I loved best and let you determine for yourself if this is your cuppa.
1. Eleanor & Park fall in love slowly, with weary hearts filled with hope, innocence and so much awesome I don't know how they managed not to burst. It transported me back to the third grade, when I would make eyes at Chance Johnson across the classroom, lunch table( anywhere I could see him really) and would talk to on the playground during recess. As I continued to read, it reminded me of my next big crush, and the one after that. Eleanor and Park's story made me realize how fleeting and precious crushes are. And how truly special falling in love can be.
2.Eleanor. She is big girl, with wild, curly red hair. She dresses like a hobo, in worse than hand me down clothes, because Eleanor is money poor. But believe me when I say she is character rich. She's sarcastic, self conscious and stubborn. Intelligent, brave and good. I'm so tired of reading the "I'm a self professed dork, yet every guy thinks I'm awesome and I'm super cool and hip in a quirky way that everyone accepts". It's not real. But Eleanor...Eleanor is real. I was in awe of her and it made me want to give Rainbow Rowell the biggest hug for creating her. Thank you Rainbow.
3. Park. He just might be the nicest, cutest, most interesting teenage boy in recent YA literature. Probably in real life too. He is type of cool that comes to mind when you think of the word hipster, but somehow never manage to meet, cause lets face it, a lot of hipsters are either pretentious or annoying posers. Not Park. Park is intelligent and well read. And by well read I mean that he reads X-Men, Batman and The Watchmen. I don't think he bothered with the likes of Moby Dick or philosophical tomes that make your head hurt while boring you to death. Park cares about people's feelings, likes to fly under the radar, loves his mama and breathes music. I have a bit of a crush on Park. And by a bit, I mean a big one.
4. This book has scenes that made the monotony of moments past feel special. There is a particular scene where Eleanor is flipping thru her dad's records and I was instantly transported to my childhood living room on Sunday mornings where I would listen to my own parent's records as they would get ready for church. Sometimes I'd lie on the floor and day dream, other times I would dance around and pretend I was giving a concert to adoring fans. It was one of my favorite things to do each week and I haven't thought about that favorite act since I was about 10 years old. There are several pivotal memories that this book stirs up which caused me to not only love Eleanor and Park's story, but reconnect with my own.
5. It embraces the concept of less is more. This book isn't preachy, but it shows the beauty of minimalism. It's reflected in the writing via style and description. This might not apply to everyone, but a lot of the things that you gravitate toward in childhood become something to overcome in adulthood. This came to mind when Eleanor describes drinking out of a jelly jar which prompted me to contemplate the idiocy that is glassware. As a child, I had two favorite things to drink out of...A plastic cup that was purchased at the theme park (It had an awesome logo, reminded me of a great day and somehow made my sweat tea taste better) and a glass canning jar because I thought it was pretty. I still have a thing for pretty glass canning jars, but I put flowers in them. And jam. I drink out of glassware because that's what my southern grandmother and mother taught me adult women drink out of, and have on hand to offer guests to drink out of. They would never have a cabinet filled with plastic cups and I can't help but think that's wasteful, plus glass is a pain to clean. This book re-gifted the small joys of childhood that are so easy to loose sight of when you become an adult and can purchase a happy meal whenever you want.
I could keeping spouting out my love list for this book, but I think it's GR rating speaks for itself. Sometimes these ratings really are based on merit, not just popularity and I believe that like me, fellow readers felt that Eleanor Park is special. And lovable. And fun. But also kind of sad. But mostly hopeful and sweet.
The 5th Wave is the epitomy of awesome for 75% of its 456 pages. It’s exciting, suspenseful and very well written. The narrator’s are wonderfully flaw...moreThe 5th Wave is the epitomy of awesome for 75% of its 456 pages. It’s exciting, suspenseful and very well written. The narrator’s are wonderfully flawed, distinctly nuanced and likeable. Even the secondary characters are well developed and void of grating stereotypes. The dialog and inner monaloges were just right and always on point. I laughed, I bristled in anger and indignation, and was geared up to rain down hell more than once. I was having an extraordinary reading experience right up to page 365-ish. That’s when Yancy got all Stephanie Meyer on me.
I’m not going to trash The 5th Wave because I pretty much adored everything about it until I hit those last 80 some odd pages. I was 100% convinced about 20 pages in that this was going to be a 5 star book. Unfortuneatly, I didn’t much care for Meyer’s The Host so naturally I did not enjoy the fact that Yancy’s alien beings are an exact copy of her alien lore. And I mean exact. I’m surprised he isn’t being sued. But I digress. My feeling towards The 5th Wave went from appreciation and wonderful , suspense filled anticipation to wariness and overwhelming disappointment. I almost wanted to stop reading. But I decided I had come too far to simply stop, Yancy had done so well and I wanted to believe, as Cassie has to believe, that things could get better. That the disappointment I was feeling wouldn’t last. I read that last page, stewed on it, googled the book, and realized they are making a sequel.
Now I am irritated AND disappointed. Well played literary gods. I am consistently being taught not to believe in a book or series until I have read the last page of the last book. You all almost always win. And I while I’m pretty put out with Yancy at the moment and really really want to eschew this series with a firm hand, I can’t deny the fact that Yancy wrote a mostly amazing book that has me grudgingly curious. I blame Evan Walker. I’ll read the sequel, because I can’t not read it. I lack will power when it comes to chocolate and boys that are bad decisions, but I’m not at all happy about it.(less)
I never would have thought I would look upon a Gayle Forman book with feelings of regret, but alas, it is so. At least I had been warned by those I tr...moreI never would have thought I would look upon a Gayle Forman book with feelings of regret, but alas, it is so. At least I had been warned by those I trusted and was slightly prepared for the waves of disappointment that I experienced during my reading of this latest release. People who know of my love for sappy romance novels, bad boys and adoration of Gayle Forman knew I would not be pleased and I hate to admit that they were right. As far as I can intuit, they were proven right for two reasons, the plot was unoriginal and the characters were flat and inconsistent. What book can stand up to that?
Perhaps I would have enjoyed this book if I hadn't read and loved One Day, but I did and this book, with it's strikingly similar concept, simply couldn't compare. It wasn't epic enough and lets face it, if I am going to agonize over a great love for an entire year, the great love interest is going to need to be someone who didn't act like a complete shit the majority of the time spent in his presence. Our heroine spends18 waking hours with a boy that she spends the next 18 months mooning over, when a large percentage of those 18 hours was spent fretting about whether or not the guy in question was going to ditch her at any second. When that fear was momentarily cast aside, she then had to determine whether or not he had boned every woman that said hello to him as they strolled around Paris. The only thing epic about that is her pathetic need for acceptance by a complete stranger and his ability to screw half the female population of Paris. Not hot.
As for the characters, our heroine is described as a rule following good girl, who is so boring she can't even enjoy a free summer abroad, yet I'm to believe she suddenly becomes impulsive enough to run away with a random guy to a city she has never seen just because he makes eyes at her during a play? I don't think so. Even more dumbfounding is the fact that this girl has sex with him. WTF? Again, I think not.
I failed to see romance where only idiocy and duchbaggery appeared to be present and I am appalled that one of my favorite writers failed to take advantage of a glorious place such as Paris in her writing.
Though I had enjoyed Girl of Fire and Thorns a great deal, I had rather forgotten to anticipate this series. No doubt due to the onslaught of releases...moreThough I had enjoyed Girl of Fire and Thorns a great deal, I had rather forgotten to anticipate this series. No doubt due to the onslaught of releases within this genre. But I recently found myself yearning for a fantasy escape to far off fictional lands that promise tales of adventure, love, intrigue and phenomenal characters, when I happened upon Bitter Kingdom. I quickly realized I had neglected to read Crown of Embers and was immediately thrilled with the prospect of reading not one, but two books to slate my lust. Carson did not fail me.
I am completely confident that readers who enjoyed Kristen Cashore’s Graceling Series, Megan Whelan Turner’s Thief series or Malina Marchetta's Lumitere Chronicles will equally delight and devour this one. The world building is superb and possesses a lore that is unique while possessing traits that are familiar to fantasy readers. Each of these books bursts at the seams with political intrigue, some may even feel daunted by it, but I was not perturbed to read it. For me, these two qualities alone could easily ship a series, but what truly blew me away, more than masterful writing about magical realms and cunningly crafted political land mines were the characters, most importantly our heroine, Elisa.
In The Girl of Fire and Thorns, Elisa offers readers the promise of potential. She is rather annoying and useless at the start of the book, but makes a gradual, steady climb into a likeable and even loveable character. She astounds in this one. While I have read several books that possess worthy heroines, I’m going to dare say that none of them have matched this one. And I say that because all of the worthy heroine’s I have read and loved have possessed intelligence (I could not love them otherwise), but they were all also described as physically capable, and most of all, have been described as beautiful (and almost always possessing and naturally lithe figure). Not so for Elisa. Elisa made strides in improving her physical strength and capabilities in book 1 of this series, and that trend certainly continues. But that strength is not beyond the limits of a natural human being who is only just beginning to test the boundaries of her own strength. She often experiences failure in this endeavor and I found this to be refreshing. Even more jarring is the fact that Elisa is described by her kingdom as portly and most of her friends and family acknowledge the fact that she is far from a “looker”. This simply never happens in books. Heroines are always considered beautiful by others, even when the character themselves may not acknowledge the truth behind it. This fact always lends some power to the heroine, and yet Elisa does not possess this trait in her arsenal of attributes. Rather, she has to rely solely on her intelligence and personality to earn the love and respect of her fellow characters and readers. She certainly earned mine. I was elated to read about a heroine that struggled with all forms of limitations including self doubt and insecurity. Yet Elisa insists upon a continued quest to overcome them all. Moreover, she judges the success of this endeavor by finding these traits within herself, and not thru the validation and actions of others. It made me love her all the more.
But wait, it gets better, because Carson gifts us with even more extra ordinarily drawn characters beyond that of her heroine.
We have the repentant assassin turned spy, Belen who I initially liked, then loathed and have slowly grown to trust and count upon. The fierce and scared lady and waiting Mara, who’s quiet devotion and determination for survival inspires Elisa’s desire to find joy for herself in spite of her predestined service of others. We are also introduced to the enigmatic Inveirno, Storm who remains shrouded in mystery even at book’s end and best of all, the loyal, and moral Lord Commander, Hector. Hector is a man of few words, but they are all the right ones.
“I love you the way a dying man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little”
Swoon. Even better, he loved Elisa before anyone, including Elisa herself, saw something in her to love. Gotta give the man credit for that. But even if Hector was not a leading man due to his love of Elisa, I am confident he would have earned a hero status all the same for he is brave, and humble, and quietly intelligent.
So, be prepared, because Crown of Embers does what all great books do…make you yearn for more. Luckily it’s out, so rush off to the store like I did so that you don’t whittle your nails to nubs in anticipation. (less)
It took forever to read this book. Okay, that's a lie, it only took six months. But in my opinion, that's 5 months and 28 days too long. All I can say...moreIt took forever to read this book. Okay, that's a lie, it only took six months. But in my opinion, that's 5 months and 28 days too long. All I can say is that Libba is a wonderfully descriptive writer, filled with creativity. But the way she stings her sentences together exhausts me. What good does an interesting character or plot do a girl if she can't muster up the fortitude to sludge through the pointless detail that Ms. Bray seems determined to include in every book she writes?
I'm hard pressed to deconstruct the plot due to the fact that there were so many detours and winding tangents, no doubt added to set the tone for the sequel, that I often struggled to understand what I was supposed to be reading. It's as if Bray included every tidbit she felt could turn into a story, even though it hasn't yet revealed itself to her, and chose to leave it in hoping that she could connect the dots in subsequent books. I find such reading experiencing frustrating. However, I am well aware that some individuals thrive on books that take them down windy paths that may only lead them to nowhere. Therefore if you have read and truly adored Ms. Bray's previous books, I'm sure you will equally delight in this one. I desperately wanted to.(less)
Some books touch you without explaining why. How to Save a Life was one of those books for me. I suppose there is something about trudging through lif...moreSome books touch you without explaining why. How to Save a Life was one of those books for me. I suppose there is something about trudging through life’s curve balls that calls to me. As I’m sure it does to several others as well. It’s inspiring to see people pick themselves up, dust themselves off and find a new semblance of strength and happiness.
How to Save a Life isn’t the most authentic book I’ve ever read. The ending is much too happy, the characters forgive too easily, and come around all too quickly. Nonetheless, it’s a touching story. More importantly, it contains two fascinating main characters. Love em, hate em, love to hate them, or plain ol relate, I’m sure there is at least one aspect to each of their personalities that will beckon you, or a portion of their life story that you will have experienced for yourself.
This isn't just a story of a pregnant teen, or one mourning the loss of a parent. It's a story about finding a sense of belonging, listening to the truth of one's self and trusting your instincts. So if you are looking for a book to curl up with. One that won’t leave you sighing in exasperation, give this one a try. I don’t think you will regret it.(less)
I doubt I will be able to produce an adequate review of this one. It’s been nearly 18 months since I read Rebel Heart’s prequel, Blood Red Road. I hav...moreI doubt I will be able to produce an adequate review of this one. It’s been nearly 18 months since I read Rebel Heart’s prequel, Blood Red Road. I have a feeling this fact may hold camp in Rebel Heart’s favor. I’m foggy on some of the details of book one and as such, I don’t dislike some of the characters in a way that I feel I probably should (DeMalo), and I didn’t miss those main characters who were decidedly absent (Jack).
Rebel Heartbegins several months (or weeks?) after Blood Red Road ends. We find Saba wandering in the desert with Lugh, Emmi and Tommo(who would name someone this?) while searching for the great valley, or whatever it is they call it in this book. The trip isn’t going well. They are lost, Saba is seeing dead people and Lugh is acting like an ass (which he does throughout the entire book, btw). Meanwhile, Jack has set out to find Ike’s long lost love, Molly, to deliver the news of his death in person. This creates what I assume will be an extremely aggrivating plot device for most dedicated readers of this series as it prevents Jack’s presence throughout 95% of the story. As I mentioned, I can’t recall being particularly swayed by his charm to the point of his character being burned into my brain (which most swoon worthy hero’s are) so I wasn’t perturbed by this. When Saba receives a message that indicates Jack might be in danger, she sets out to save him. Of course this message is delivered after some witchy voodoo transpires (don’t ask, I don’t entirely understand it) and naturally, Saba’s irritating family and surprisingly possessive Tommo come along.
What transpires on this adventure was entertaining, and just a wee bit confusing . Without being too spoilery, Saba acts extremely out of character when faced with what I believe was once a sworn enemy (DeMalo), but I for one am intrigued. Unlike Jack, DeMalo has my attention. He sort of creeps me out, but I think I may like him.
At any rate, if you were particularly attached/invested in this series, I think you are going to be mad at this one. However, if you are like me and only remember that you really enjoyed book one and have to dive into book two to recall the details of Blood Red Road , you might like Rebel Heart as I did. Maybe. But I think you have to like bad guys.(less)
This one wasn't nearly as adorable or delicious as Anna and the French Kiss but it was still enjoyable and managed to make me swoon, granted the swoon...moreThis one wasn't nearly as adorable or delicious as Anna and the French Kiss but it was still enjoyable and managed to make me swoon, granted the swoon didn't occur until the second to last page, but it happened. (less)
I shudder at the term chic-lit. It implies that because a book is female centric it somehow isn’t a valid, worthy read, but rather a taint upon the li...moreI shudder at the term chic-lit. It implies that because a book is female centric it somehow isn’t a valid, worthy read, but rather a taint upon the literary scene either because it is poorly constructed, poorly written, mindless, or all of the above. Anna and the French Kiss is none of these things, yet it is and will continue to be classified as chic lit. I blame the title. It’s terrible. Will reading Anna and the French Kiss change your life? Doubtful. But Moby Dick didn’t exactly push me into the thralls of an existential crisis.
Having said that, Anna and the French Kiss engaged me in much the same way as the movie “Midnight in Paris”. It’s fun, quirky, atmospheric, romantic, and delights in all things Parisian. What’s not to love? Reading Anna and the French Kiss had me whipping up chocolate croissants and looking at airfare to Paris. I found it thoroughly enjoyable and would recommend to anyone looking for an escapist type read with a bit of substance. (less)
I was a bit weary of This Is Not a Test after having read and disliked Summer’s previous works. However, I am hard pressed to pass up a zombie thrille...moreI was a bit weary of This Is Not a Test after having read and disliked Summer’s previous works. However, I am hard pressed to pass up a zombie thriller, especially within the YA genre. All in all, this teen zombie adventure flick was a fairly entertaining reading experience, a solid 3 stars from me.
Like most books, there were flaws. Readers will be dropped into this story with no introduction to the zombie mania. Worse, we are given this story through the eyes of a most annoying, and unreliable narrator, which, is about par for the course with this author. Much like her previous works, This Is Not a Test is a bit angsty and filled with characters who have a significant amount of melodrama. But the setting lends itself well to the personal struggles of these characters and prevents it from falling victim to their less redeeming qualities in addition to ensuring the pace doesn’t become too sluggish. If you are looking for an entertaining YA book that is neither supernatural or non-descript, this would be a decent pick, but if you are looking to assuage an action packed dystopian read craving with zombie flavor, you would be better off reading Allison Hewitt is Trapped. It was a much more pulse pounding book, imo, and the heroine was awesome. (less)
As a Poe enthusiast, I was a bit diffident about reading Masque of the Red Death. After all, I had read Nevermore which proved to be sham of book, imo...moreAs a Poe enthusiast, I was a bit diffident about reading Masque of the Red Death. After all, I had read Nevermore which proved to be sham of book, imo. Never the less that lovely cover called to me, and in spite of the fact that pretty covers have often proven to possess ugly innards, this book at least proved to be the exception to the rule.
Masque of the Red Death tells the story of Araby Worth, who lives in a world plagued by contagion and death. Bodies fill the streets as cities slowly disintegrate along with humanity. Death is emanate, except for those lucky few who own ceramic, air filtering masks. But even those who have been lucky enough to survive thus far have few things to live for. As a result, many individuals, including Araby Worth, spend their days seeking oblivion in night clubs, chasing highs to escape their lows. It is in such a club, known as Debauchery, that Araby meets two individuals who will change the course of her life.
While I’m sure that the summary may sound trite, rest assured that Masque of the Red Death didn’t befall to the typical YA pitfalls. There is so much to soak in while reading this story. It is gloriously atmospheric. I was wholly entrenched in this plague ridden universe. I had a clear mental image of dress and those coveted, life saving ceramic masks. And there were many times I wanted to jump into the shower as I read of plague and puss. Moreover, I loved each of the characters. They were such a refreshing change of pace with their drug habits, manipulative cunning, and most importantly, desperation. Even the love triangle, which would typically create an impulse to bang my head against the wall, was exceptionally well done. It wasn’t forced, and made perfect since for each of the characters. My only regret is that I read this via an ARC. Now I have to wait even longer to begin the next installment. (less)
Oh what a reading experience Froi of the Exiles has been. I loved it, hated it and sometimes loved to hate it. Its books such as these that make me aw...moreOh what a reading experience Froi of the Exiles has been. I loved it, hated it and sometimes loved to hate it. Its books such as these that make me aware of how much I revel in reading the depravity of life with all its desire, love, violence, heartbreak and suffering. This beast of a book took me three days to read, once I finally resigned myself to reading it, and that was with me reading it from the moment I got home on into the wee hours of the night, and okay, maybe I snuck in some reading time at work as well. I couldn’t help myself! This story grabbed me by my hair and wouldn’t let go until I turned the last page and now…now I am left feeling dazed, confused, distraught, angry, you name it, I’m feeling it. And can someone, please punch Isaboe in the face?!
With that out of the way, I’m going use this “review” as a way of hashing out my thoughts, so there will be no summary here. Too many better reviewers have done so already and frankly, there is too much story to recount, I wouldn’t know where to begin or what to include. Therefore, I will forewarn you now, there will be spoilers ahead.
I’ll begin with the plot. I love Froi, Lumatere loves Froi, who doesn’t love Froi? I had high hopes for him. He came from wretchedness and I wanted to see him settle into Lumatere, find redemption for his past deeds as well as a place among the people there. Preferably one that would allow him to shine. He had so much of himself to offer. I’m glad Marchetta knew better. He doesn’t belong in Lumatere, in a land now filling with light. He would always feel separate. And of course he needed to fall in love with a mad princess. He is half out of his mind most of the time as well. Leave it to Froi to show us all the beauty a person can posess, even in wickedness. I was touched by his draw to Quintana and while I was initially saddened that he couldn’t have been loved by a “sane” woman, I quickly changed my mind. The bond he and Quintana share frees them from shame and I don’t think they would have found that with anyone else. And as wrong as this may be, I adored this scene…
“What are you doing?" she asked, trying to raise herself. "First, I thought I'd show you what a pity it would be if they cut off my wicked tongue.”
Personally, I think cunnilingus should be mentioned much more often in literature. Marchetta is a woman after my heart, and Froi is a wise man indeed.
Subplots. One I loved, the other two I could have done without. Its not that I dislike Beatriss, it’s more that I didn’t see how her story enhanced the overall story at hand. Yes, it demonstrates the long road to healing, but everyone else’s story was depressing enough without her drama and frankly, theirs were more interesting and demonstrated the same point. Then there is Isaboe. I couldn’t stand her in Finnikin of the Rock and Froi’s installment didn’t do much to improve my feelings toward her. Just when I found her bearable, I got the end, and now I’m back to loathing her. And while I have no idea why Marchetta chose to discuss breastfeeding, I’m going to chime in on these characters debate of Isaboe insisting that her two year old suckle her breast. If a babe can ask for it, it shouldn’t be getting it. Ahem. Luckily there was a third subplot, one that charmed me from the onset. We knew at the end of Finnikin of the Rock, that Lucien would have much to prove. And while he hasn’t done much yet, I believe he is well on his way. This is in large part due to his new wife, Phaedra. She brought out the worst in him, but also the best. Their story was one i silently adored. I often caught myself smiling during their exchanges.
Overall, there were certainly things that could have been omitted from Froi of the Exiles, there was a lot of traveling, and sitting about waiting for fallout, yet I felt like I was given a treasure. I deeply regret waiting so long to read this installment. It is nothing like the first. It is so much more dark, humorous, wretched, long winded, exciting, sad, sexy, more. In reading Froi of the Exiles, I not only became more enamored with characters we had met in Finnikin of the Rock, I also fell in love with the new additions, namely Quintana, Phaedra and Arjuro. I hope with all my being that they receive a happy ending that would most benefit them. I know Marchetta won’t let us down. If there is an author who can paint a perfect character and display their many facets, it’s her.
P.S. Anyone dying to discuss spoilers, please do so in the comments, I have so many things I want to jabber about!(less)
I feel as though I should write something poignant about this book given it's subject matter, but I'm tired, and Downton Abbey is about to start....so...moreI feel as though I should write something poignant about this book given it's subject matter, but I'm tired, and Downton Abbey is about to start....so if you want to revisit your quarter life crisis and be reminded as to why you should be grateful to no longer be within it's clutches, this is the book for you. (less)