Steelheart is one helluva book. No, really, it is THAT amazing. And this is coming from a dyed-in-the-wool disliker of anything superhero-y. Anything...moreSteelheart is one helluva book. No, really, it is THAT amazing. And this is coming from a dyed-in-the-wool disliker of anything superhero-y. Anything Marvel comic-booky. The X-men type powers used in books other than, well, X-men bore me as all get out. I know, I know, I'm one of those strange, strange specimens. Enter lovely Steelheart. This book winged its way into my life and used its powers of persuasion to change my ridiculous superhero-hating ways. I mean, this book managed to do the unthinkable really, which is a testament to the mad writing skills and creativity of Sanderson. Honestly, I knew it was going to be gushy love from the first page. Now, look at me, I've fallen madly in love with the whole superhero angle and even felt all displaced when the story ended. You got me hooked Steelheart, wooed me as all get out, then ended on a high note, leaving me craving for more. Needless to say, I'm anxiously awaiting book 2, Firefight, something fierce. Basically what I'm trying to say is that I highly recommend this book to the anyone and everyone.
I should probably mention that Steelheart contains anti-superheroes who wield all new creeptastic abilities. No X-men recycling going on; Amen to that! Anti-superheroes are so much more fun and devilish than the self-righteous, prickish (purely an opinion) conventional superheroes that clearly have done nothing for me.
Though Steelheart is cataloged as YA, the story didn't read as YA. The MC is I believe is eighteen, so there's that. (less)
This book, holy sh@t this fantastic-all-around book, what a phantasmagorical trip it takes readers on. Along with great characterization of less-than-...moreThis book, holy sh@t this fantastic-all-around book, what a phantasmagorical trip it takes readers on. Along with great characterization of less-than-perfect individuals, more like wholly dysfunctional (vast understatement to boot), who will most certainly tug at your heart strings. And while this behemoth clocks in around 700 pages, I can honestly say that not once did boredom grab ahold of me, not once did the story lag, not once did my capricious attention wander. The story was that delicious!
Calling all contemporary fantasy fans, those looking for a unique yarn, and everyone else, this novel is a must read! (less)
Read this book, love it, cherish it, hold it tight, what have you. Daughter of Smoke & Bone trilogy truly was epic in every which way. From the st...moreRead this book, love it, cherish it, hold it tight, what have you. Daughter of Smoke & Bone trilogy truly was epic in every which way. From the story itself, to the characters, to the lyrical writing, and everything in between.
The opening of Daughter of Smoke & Bone alone had me hooked, so it wasn't a surprise when the tome quantum leaped on to my "my love for you is boundless, my Precious, and I vow to tell everyone I know to read you tout de suite, but they'll have to get their own copy because I will not chance you returning home desecrated with wrinkles and dogeared pages (oh my heart pangs from the mere thought), so don't you fret, and besides, you're not leaving my sight, ever" bookshelf. Which, by the by, is rather anorexic. I'll have you know that not every 5-star book I've devoured makes it on to THE shelf. But I digress. Enter Days of Blood & Starlight, well, that quickly followed suit and nestled right next to its sister, home at last. No, but really, I do have a VIP section on my floating bookshelves reserved for such favorites. They lord over all the rest, in all their imperial-ness. Moving on.
Sadly, while reading Dreams of Gods & Monsters, the unthinkable happened. My feelings weren't tangled with hope and sadness and anticipation. I wasn't spellbound like the other two. In fact, I felt kinda detached. Don't get me wrong, L. Taylor could write a phone book and make it enchanting and whimsical and leave me bereft of emotions because I cried them all away. No doubt she'd hook me with the serpentining lanes and cul-de-sacs and the Baxters who claim domicile on one such cul-de-sac and oh, do tell me more about the Beauchamps, they sound so mysterious? Do they perchance own that historic hardware store only opened after sundown, the one drenched in moonbeams? In other words, Taylor wrote the hell outta this book. I mean, I was all wrapped up in agog-ness. From an eyebrow-off with Zuzana and an Italian snobress (spoiler alert: Zuzana bested the judgy bitch). To a moment where Karou (view spoiler)[ thought Akiva had been killed by a flying knife in Italy and her scream hitchhiked on the blade (hide spoiler)] and everything else in between. Nevertheless, I still wasn't wholly feeling the tale. And that's partly because how fun is war? THE War. I knew going in that DoG&M would probably be my least favorite of the three. What with all the THE-War-of-all-wars preparations and strategies explored and discussed. An aside, books that contain battle scenes longer than 50 pages (and even that's pushing it) cause me to lose consciousness. No joke, my eyeballs quit in protest, as in screw the eyelids that refuse to flutter closed, as in we don't need no stinking eyelids, we have ways ye not know of. I just can't do never-ending battle scenes, read them, handle them, what have you.
With that said, seeing that DoG&M is part of a trilogy, I couldn't separate the triplets, I'm not that cruel, c'mon now, and I also have a touch of OCD, and by touch I mean a full-blown problem when it comes to organization. So by default I decided halfway through reading that book 3 would join its siblings regardless, feelings be damned! Naturally the other books not occupying THE shelf scolded me, crying out, "b-b-but that's not fair. You enjoyed us too, daresay far more, and we weren't placed on THE shelf." To which I responded, "Life isn't fair, books, so suck it up and quit your whining." But then, then I reached the ending of Dreams of Gods & Monsters. And I actually teared up. Then reread the last paragraph again. And again. Rinse repeat. After lowering the book, I said, "Wow." That simple statement no sooner coaxed a smile to appear. The smile lingered as did the very last sentence of DoG&M. For that reaction alone, I can happily report that DoG&M proudly graces THE bookshelf on its own merit, resting quite comfortably and contentedly next to its kith and kin.
But what I'm still ticked off at, nay downright irate about is the fact that (view spoiler)[Brimstone is STILL dead! Really? REALLY? Souls are being gleaned left and right and up and down and every which way, to the point where it's practically raining souls, and oh look, we brought back Ziri and Issa and many, many others from the dead, an impossible feat really, so hip hip hooray!, huzzah!s abound, oh and let me tell you, with a little bit of elbow grease and teamwork, it was quite interesting how we were able to ferret out their itty bitty animas hidden in various locations peppered about the ever-vast Eretz, practically stumbled across them we did and yay! for us, to say nothing of how Zuzana and Mik are up to their collective eyeballs in wishes galore, from lucknows to gavriels, and I'm sure there was a bruxis in the mix and not one person could resurrect Brimstone? Not one? Perhaps if they didn't feel the need to waste a wish so as to ride on Falcore so they could join the gang busy resurrecting souls not-Brimstone, and okay fine the creature wasn't Falcore, but a Stormhunter and my anger's shining through, so give me a break, I'm grieving for Brimstone here. Still not over his death. But really, that wild Stormhunter-taming wish had to've been stronger than a gavriel, to overpower the psyche of an untamable beast. Whoa, clearly I'm more angry than once thought. But I'll power through, I'm resilient that way. Okay, letting the anger go; it's on a cloud and scudding far, far away. But wait, what about the special snowflake godstar Eliza? Or Nightingale? What about the combined forces of the godstars? They are gods for fuck sake, could they not scour all the worlds for Brimstone's errant soul and do some resurrecting. It's not like souls die. And it's not like they'd even break a sweat from that action. Or what about.... (hide spoiler)]
Oh, how I hope there will be sequels. The series didn't end per se, more like Until-We-Meet-Again'd. Misadventures with the Misbegotten soon to be realized, yes, no, maybe? Regardless, in said sequels spoiler better return. With Bruxis in hand, I wish for (view spoiler)[ Brimstone's soul to be found and gleaned and for him to return to the here and now, very alive and very well, and in one piece, fully formed, memories and all (hide spoiler)]. Well, I'll be damned, the bruxis vanished.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>(less)
Reached page 63 and still couldn't connect to the MC, in all her "golly gee it's so hard being me, I'm so awkward and unattractive" ways, even though...moreReached page 63 and still couldn't connect to the MC, in all her "golly gee it's so hard being me, I'm so awkward and unattractive" ways, even though everyone tells her she's a dead ringer for her supermodel gorgeous grandmother when she was MC's age. Also, the Scooby-Doo telling not showing style of writing wasn't winning me over. As in, gee that's so weird. How could I possibly have know that? Plus side- Adore the location of Norway and the mythology, hello Odin, which only caused a pang of disappointment because I so wanted to devour and love this book. Oh well. (less)
From the moment I heard the description of Poison Princess I was champing at the bit to get my hands on it. Why? Well, I'm obsessed with anything, eve...moreFrom the moment I heard the description of Poison Princess I was champing at the bit to get my hands on it. Why? Well, I'm obsessed with anything, everything tarot. With that said, a muse certainly liked Cole, whispering a creatively genius concept into her ear. Yet, even with the brilliant idea, the story itself fell a tad short on me.
Here's why: I don't understand the Flash, or the event that caused Earth to be scorched/post apocalyptic, or how Bagmen (glorified zombies) came about and were scampering around, pus gushing from one of their eyes. mushy skin. Why every two or three centuries kids become the personification of a major Arcana card and battle each other to the death, like Thunderdome. Yet, yet, strangely, I read every word. Didn't skim. And that's saying something about me. See, I'm unabashedly capricious when it comes to books. I'll pull a Queen of Hearts and bellow to a book that isn't pleasing me in the least, "Off with its head." Doesn't even matter if I'm thirty pages in. So with that said, there was definitely an entertainment value present in Poison Princess to carry me onward, to hold my attention, and to make me care enough to find out exactly what the card was that each character represented.
Speaking of characters: Evie- the heroine, oh dear God, I couldn't stand her. She's a whiny, insolent little shit. No matter what Jackson (protagonist #2) did, no matter how much he helped her, saved her life, et cetera, she refused to share valuable info. She refused to open up in the least. And she treated him like he was pond scum.
Jackson - not exactly the most swoon-worthy of male protagonists. More like he had assholery down to a science. However, once he shed much illumination on his painful past, my dislike of him diminished and I began hoping he'd move on from lusting after the sanctimonious pain-in-the-ass Evie.
All in all, I will continue reading this series. It is unique, but don't go into this novel expecting a post-apoc/zombie book and explanations of how that came to be. But if you're like moi, and are fascinated by the tarot, then I do recommend giving this novel a try. (less)
Okay, the prologue was grueling and dry, yet I powered through it. Chapter one was worse. Chapter two picked up, as in I like the 2nd character much b...moreOkay, the prologue was grueling and dry, yet I powered through it. Chapter one was worse. Chapter two picked up, as in I like the 2nd character much better (alternating POVs), yet was still bored. And it didn't get better. What a disappointment. Why can't it be exciting like the jacket description? Anyhow, I'm so not vibing with this book, clearly, so this is where we part ways. (less)
3.5 Are you keen on grim reapers? Do you secretly wish that Death on Supernatural would get his own spinoff? Ever watch the TV series Dead Like Me? Did...more3.5 Are you keen on grim reapers? Do you secretly wish that Death on Supernatural would get his own spinoff? Ever watch the TV series Dead Like Me? Did you have a crying jag because of its cancellation? Well dear Goodreaders, cry no more, for Croaked is your godsend. This book is similar to the aformentioned TV series and encapsulates Death and all his grim-reaping glory. (Remember when Dean subbed as Death for an episode? It's kinda like that episode in a way.) Anyhow, I would classify this novel as a quirky dramedy.
Now, onto my thoughts. Okay, here's the dealio. I adore the world building within this tome. And mad props to you Mrs. Damico for having world building in the first place - woot, woot. I'm talking Grim reaper rules and regulations, an SOP for reaping, the whole nine yards. Even if some of said rules left me scratching my head in utter befuddlement, but that's a me thing, a Kelly issue. Regardless, I did enjoy this novel. It's fun, fun, fun.
Why it failed to garner 5 stars: Gripe one of two: the overall plot didn't take off until 100 pages in. Now normally I'd be all over that like white on rice, complaining as all get out, HOWEVER, the world building that filled in for the building plot held my interest. I adore the township of Croak, the store names, descriptions, etc. So I was fine fine fine with the slow build. And gripe numero dos - the denouement fell short on me. I was confused. I didn't get it, buy it, understand it. As a result my attention began to wander, went on a walkabout.
All in all, this is a hard book for me to rate, for I overall enjoyed this novel, yet it suffered with this rapidly occurring syndrome as of late, the syndrome where the 2nd half of a novel loses its steam. That book where it starts out so strong yet peters out halfway through.
Yet, but, unlike so many of those novels, I will continue on with this series. And that's saying something. So, if you like stories about grim reapers, love sarcastic prose (and this author is on, on, on like donkey kong), world building, then definitely give this book a chance. You won't regret it. (less)
My first mermaid or merman or merfolk (?) book and I wasn't left with a good impression. Didn't even reach my 100 page marker where I decide if I'll c...moreMy first mermaid or merman or merfolk (?) book and I wasn't left with a good impression. Didn't even reach my 100 page marker where I decide if I'll continue reading a book I'm feeling iffy about. 81 pages in and I threw in the towel. Story started out just fine, but then. But then, it just got all shades of huh? What? Why are you, Tristan (MC), continually talking about your dick, your junk? And when the main character went all Splash, you know, the bathtub scene where Daryl Hannah's character exposes what she is unwillingly to Tom Hank's character? Okay, well when that surprise happens to Tristan, the shock of it all having a sparkly fin, all he can worry about is where he's supposed to put his dick when it comes to the ladies (his words). That's all you're concerned about? Sorry, but that was so crass. Which is strange coming from me because I'm so not prudish, not in the least. So yeah, I'm out. It didn't help that people appeared in the bathtub with him and a nearby sink? What? No explanation of how that happened. Unless I missed something. And then well, don't really care. Not the book for me. A real bummer, for I started out excited, so ready to tap into my childhood when I countlessly wished upon a star that I could be a mermaid swimming in a blue lagoon underneath the magic moon. (less)
Well, I'm a sobbing mess. What an awesomely epic ending to an equally epic series! Grant didn't disappoint. Not at all. From start to finish this seri...moreWell, I'm a sobbing mess. What an awesomely epic ending to an equally epic series! Grant didn't disappoint. Not at all. From start to finish this series has captivated my attention, shocked me, saddened me, I've cheered for certain characters, wished others would meet their maker sooner rather than later, mourned for many, and vowed to curse Grant if he killed two in particular, (view spoiler)[Petey & Patrick (hide spoiler)]. Truth be told, I'm cursing him right about now, but it's all good. I couldn't've asked for a better ending to this epically awesome and riveting series. A series that I wasn't quite ready to see come to an end. Not quite ready yet to leave the FAYZ. (less)
I have yet to write any reviews/thoughts on any of the novels in the Gone series. Probably because I read them in quicksilver fashion. I believe in th...moreI have yet to write any reviews/thoughts on any of the novels in the Gone series. Probably because I read them in quicksilver fashion. I believe in the span of a month or so. That should be a testament to how awesome I find this series.
As a whole one word pops into my noggin that perfectly sums up how I feel: Wow! And here's another thought: What a fantastic series. And another and another: So much going on, perfect for those of us who are bored easily, those of us with reading ADHD. Great characters. Great story lines. Suspense. Action. Thrills. Characterization. Pain. Sadness. Kids forced to grow up. Evil. And the sci-fi elements are delicious. Each book grows better and better. Also, these novels have plots. Plots that thicken.
Fear didn't disappoint. Not. At. All. Only problem: I now have to wait an entire year for Light. Pure torture, I tell ya.(less)
This book took me forever and a day to read, which is kinda surprising seeing how it's supposed to be an unputdownable time-traveling extravanganza of...moreThis book took me forever and a day to read, which is kinda surprising seeing how it's supposed to be an unputdownable time-traveling extravanganza of epic proportions. Yeah, not so much for this time-traveling fan. IMO, this novel shouldn't be classified as sci-fi, more like fantasy. Where's the science? So where did the book go wrong? I think the problem lies with the so-called romantic relationship with Holly. That's what took up the whole damn story. I found it uneventful. And while I like to think of myself as intelligent, half the time I had no clue what the hell was going on. The MC jumped liked every 2 pages. Half jumps, whole jumps, can't affect the future when changing the past. Excuse me? WTH? Like that makes sense. And then, well, my interest began to wane. So there you have it. (less)
I was prepared to give Hallowed 3 1/2 stars, and I'll explain why in a second, but that damn Rainbow Bridge section caused me to get all teary-eyed. S...moreI was prepared to give Hallowed 3 1/2 stars, and I'll explain why in a second, but that damn Rainbow Bridge section caused me to get all teary-eyed. So that must mean I was connected to the book, for there have been plenty of books that have had the saddest of scenes, but yours truly didn't even bat an eye, not even a single tear shed. So 4 stars it is.
I'm so gonna contradict myself, even sound hypocritical, what, with my constant bitching about stories having no plots or a thin one at best. Well, Hallowed fits in with the latter. I feel like a hypocrite because unlike other plotless books, I rated this one fairly high. And normally I'd have chucked this book to the side if it weren't for the simple fact that I totally connect with Cynthia Hand's writing. Plot or no plot. Strange as that sounds. Her writing is fluid. Effortless.
But I'm gonna keep it real here, people. The truth remains, there was very little plot going on in this book. And I can totally understand fans of the series growing restless, upset even. Hallowed read more like day to day activities. The mundane. Boring, right? There's a death that is pretty predictable, and readers are told about said death in the prologue. So there's no ooh and aahs and nail-biting moments, epiphanies, gasping of breaths. Trackin'? And you don't need to channel Miss Cleo to know who's gonna meet their maker. It's that bleeping obvious. There's a love triangle also filling most of the 400 pages. Tucker or Christian? type moments. Some discoveries about what Clara is. Stuff like that. Regardless, I still read this baby in a day's time. Plot or no plot. I tell you, this Cynthia Hand is a fabulous writer. Point blank. Period. End of story.
I do have one minor quibble though: So during Angela's graduation speech she says: "I've found out there are a lot more shades of grey in this world than I ever knew about . . ." Interesting discovery, seeing how there's either good or evil. Angels or fallen angels/demons. I mean, I feel for the black wings, maybe all of them aren't so bad, right? Again, take Angela's advice Clara, Jeffrey, Christian, uh, Angela, etc. Exactly where's the grey area? Because I'm not seeing it. Anyhow, I'm gonna be unique here and pick a different team. I'm not all about Tucker like I was in book one. Or even Christian, who I was rooting for for most of book two. I'm team Samjeeza of the Black Wings. The misunderstood (?) fallen angel.
So yeah, I'm definitely a fan of this series and while I can't argue with others about this having very little plot, no action, and a predictable death, I did enjoy the story nonetheless. And again, it's all because of Mrs. Cynthia Hand. So I can't wait to read the last book in the series. (less)