Okay, at one point I was thinking, "there are too many damn things happening what the frick", and I sometimes felt that there wasn't much attention giOkay, at one point I was thinking, "there are too many damn things happening what the frick", and I sometimes felt that there wasn't much attention given to Paris and Sienna. Too many side stories, man.
But I still enjoyed this installment ?? And -- I think -- it's also precisely because of the secondary characters?? Go figure.
(First off: yes... I think we can all say that thank god Paris and Sienna have reunited. Finally. Cos his downward spiral was too painful to witness. And also... damn... Paris can kick major butt.)
William was so fun. Wish I had a friend like that.
Zach is a walking contradiction. Hot and cold.
Viola is a pain in the ass that you still kinda find somewhat adorable.
Legion pulled through. Thus I forgive her for what she inadvertently made Amun suffer previously. So that's nice.
I missed Anya so much.
Chronus? Finally. All is right in the world again and he returned as being the complete ass-wipe he was all along. (I'm telling ya -- that scene in Gideon's story of him enjoying popcorn is truly a fluke.)
Galen. I... don't know what to think anymore. dammit
To recap: I really really adored the fact that Showalter touched back a bit more with the other Lords by relocating their home.
-- I dare anyone to not be charmed with Olivia and Wrath's reunion. And Wrath's reaction to seeing Aeron again. Come on. I.DARE.YA.
-- ALSO: MADDOX'S BABIES!!!!
--- ALSO: THESE WOMEN ARE SO BADASS LIKE DAMN ...more
Perhaps the number 7 does possess a charm of some sort.
Seven is finally Amun’s story.
Chapter SEVEN of The Darkest Lie -- that one where Aeron and OlivPerhaps the number 7 does possess a charm of some sort.
Seven is finally Amun’s story.
Chapter SEVEN of The Darkest Lie -- that one where Aeron and Olivia stumbled upon Amun’s secret sanctuary – also showed yet another glimpse of the bottomless well of love and affection Amun has for his friends. And, always, that twinge of sadness because he knows that his friends know that he can read their minds and thus must be careful around him.
I have to admit, though, that when I started with this series, Amun’s story was not really one which I actively sought or hankered for. I think I wanted to save him somewhere for last...? His and Torin’s stories – the tragic duo. Save the saddest for last. Yeah. I think that’s what I wanted. Then.
But come The Darkest Lie and what Amun sacrificed for Aeron – for his FRIEND – the abso-fucking-lutely horrific things that Amun has had to do??
-- lemme tell ya right quick: the reading priority changed so abruptly my head spun.
Because after Gideon’s story?
Must. Have. Amun’s. Next.
And, finally, yes – with this seventh installment I believe I also found enlightenment.
Clarity, if you will, on some of the reasons why I like this series.
1) Maddox’s story I liked because it introduced me officially to a paranormal romance series that has effing nothing to do with vampires or werewolves. (Not that I despise those themes, but … you know the feeling: they kinda get old at some point.)
2) Lucien’s story I REALLY liked because I was not expecting Anya. No ONE can really be all that prepared for Anya. Plus, I enjoyed their adventure.
3) Reyes’s story? Not all that much, to be frank. The pleasure-pain element was, perhaps, just a tad difficult for me to truly get on board with. Maybe, I also hoped that, in the end, Reyes shouldn’t have to cut himself anymore – kinda like the way Maddox was freed from pain. But, yeah yeah… it’s the nature of his demon and all that. Anyway. Moving on...
4) Sabin’s story I also really liked because of the heroine. Gwen. Yeah, bravo girls!
5) Aeron’s story I adored. Mostly ALSO because of the heroine: Olivia (woo-hoo, get at ‘em ladies). But Aeron also gets plus points: his character is really honorable and capable of so much self-sacrifice.
6) Gideon’s story I enjoyed because of the banter between him and Scarlet. And the ass-handing Scarlet served. And I believe I mentioned previously the (kinda uneasy) impression left behind by Cronus… as a goddam likable character (????!!!!). Yep, I'm still weirded out by that.
And then here, with the seventh.
7) Amun’s story. Truth time.
The warrior who is forced by his demon to take the ugly secrets of those around him into himself. And be silent about it. The warrior who hurts so much inside because of all these dark, forbidden secrets. And who has no choice but to hurt ALONE.
And when Aeron asked him to join them in that fateful trip back down to hell in order to save Legion, when Amun ACKNOWLEDGED in SILENCE the irreparable damage such a trip will render upon his sanity and his soul and STILL went – BECAUSE HIS FRIEND ASKED IT OF HIM, when Amun battled Charon to spare his companions, when Amun’s control slipped upon seeing his friends about to fall, when Lysander struck that immortal blow, and now, in this, the 7th story, seeing the horror that Amun has had to take unto himself upon returning from hell, the pain he must continually go through --
-- well, then. As I’ve said previously: the heart bleeds. And was bleeding a lot.
Because you just WANT to ease his pain. And he is so very alone in his pain. And that, in itself, is so very painful to witness.
So… with his story – the one I didn’t know I. WOULD.CRAVE – and being with Haidee, and realizing that there is a force stronger and deeper and more all-encompassing than his love for his friends, a force that will show him heretofore unknown depths of self-sacrifice beyond what he thought he was able to give, and experiencing such LOVE for a woman who loves him just as much (perhaps even more), then there’s no doubt about it. Only truth.
And the truth is: I LOVED THIS STORY.
And the clarity is: for the first time in this series, I LOVED A STORY FOR BOTH CHARACTERS.
Because, after 6 stories about these warriors, I realized that Amun was one of those who truly needed, DESERVED – and in fact was way PAST DUE – in finding eternal love.
Oh, how he deserved it for so long.
And for Haidee to give it to him – and give it to him in spades – I felt like weeping for joy. THAT MUCH love for this silent warrior that they compelled an angel to deem Haidee worthy of LOVE to take unto herself and back from the afterlife. Back to Amun.
Amun, who was all set to end his existence with Haidee gone.
The one warrior who wielded so much control over his feelings gone berserk… who suddenly found himself hurting those friends he loves and despairing because he HAS hurt his friends, and is devastated in the knowledge that he WILL HURT them even more with the finality of his death --
I mean, come on, now.
It’s been ages since I encountered soulmates so… so…. MATED for each other. Who absolutely deserve so much LOVE.
The seventh time’s the charm.
If the series ended right here, I don't think I would have minded.
But... nah... I'm wanting Torin's.
And, come to think of it, I've been feeling so sad for Kane, as well....more
How dare his character be even remotely likable in this story?
I mean -- EWhat is this feeling?? I LIKED Cronus?
WHAT IS GOING ON???
How dare his character be even remotely likable in this story?
I mean -- EATING POPCORN????!
Am I being punked?
What is the twist?
I feel like I’ve been violated somewhat. And I don’t like it.
In other news, though: Amun.
For what Amun has had to do... the additional pain he is now forced to endure, I think I just might hate Legion.
The big silent guy. The dependable guy. The warrior who would go to the depths of hell rather than see his friends suffer. The one who constantly suffers in solitude in order to spare those around him from pain.
This shriveled heart of mine is bleeding for you, Amun.
"And you're forced to hang around with two nuts." -- actual alternate title of this story.
First things first: why can't Aeron's demon be Vengean"And you're forced to hang around with two nuts." -- actual alternate title of this story.
First things first: why can't Aeron's demon be Vengeance or something like that?
Second: I loved this installment.
Third: I have so many other books lined up just demanding that I pay them the attention due to them, but...no. Imma have to -- imma need to finish this series. Forrealsies.
Fourth: have I mentioned that I loved Aeron and Olivia's story?
Because, for a warrior considered to possess all the charm and humor of a two-by-four, seeing Aeron being run ragged to the ground at turns by Olivia's sweet innocence as well as her tenacious desires for his touch, and then by Legion's blood-curling, scrub-Aeron's-corneas-with-sandpaper intent to have sex with him (yes, ew), I mean-- at one point, you really can't help but pity the poor dude. Two nuts, indeed.
(And yes, I know it's not meant to be funny -- Olivia's and Legion's actions both resulting in dire consequences in the labyrinthine quagmire of bargains and compromises, deals and sacrifices. But...still... Aeron's valiant juggling attempt to be a lover to one and remain a father to the other... that was fun to watch.)
Also, that time when "Tempation" was compelling words out of Olivia's lips in the presence of Torin? Priceless.
And that scene between Olivia and Gideon? Gold.
Maybe because two-thirds of this story was not as heavy or dour as that of Reyes and Danika's, or as convoluted as Sabin and Gwen's... but Olivia's character is just adorable and sweet -- and not in that cloying sweet manner at all: as a fallen angel, she knows that she's physically weak as the next mortal, and yet she has so much courage to go after what she wants. Her deliberate but awkward seduction of Aeron should have been ridiculous to witness, but she's just so... cute. And I didn't expect to find her cute.
And Aeron? His brethren may look upon him as having no sense of humor whatsoever, but it is his straightforwardness that made me like his character, too. Oh yeah, and Wrath is perhaps the first demon of the Lords whom I also really liked (although, I still do wonder why he wasn't named Vengeance. I'm sticking to that). I can understand why sometimes Aeron was loathe to loathe his demon.
On the other hand, that fateful, final third: that moment when Danika's dream about Aeron was about to come true... when Wrath and Aeron spoke to one another... and then the resulting whiplash among the warriors... that just about wrecked me.
Gods, I love these men.
So let's not do anything like that ever again, yea?
Overall, this is really an enjoyable read. Funny in generous doses. But also damn heartbreaking in some.
And through it all, there is that signature we-are-up-in-shit-creek-and-how-the-hell-do-we-get-out-of-this-godly-mess that perhaps, at this point in the series, we should probably be used to already, but damn, Showalter sure knows how to weave impossible odds in each new story and then untangle it at the end like ta-da! loophole found. you are very welcome.
The best thing always? The fortress ends up housing yet another gorgeous woman. ...more
It was going so well... but that showdown just ruined it for me.
I really liked Sabin and Gwen's story (although, admittedly, I was a little surprisedIt was going so well... but that showdown just ruined it for me.
I really liked Sabin and Gwen's story (although, admittedly, I was a little surprised when it became Sabin's turn in the Lords of the Underworld series. I expected Showalter to prioritize the warriors from Lucien's group first).
For someone who has lots of insecurities, seeing Gwen discover the depths of her strength and earn the respect of her formindable sisters made me, at turns, envious and proud. Another aspect I really liked with these lovers is the part where they shared their vulnerabilities with one another. This installment showed that pillow talk should not be underrated.
(However, there were times when I did not quite fully understand why Sabin's demon of Doubt acted the way it did around Gwen/ Gwen's harpy.)
The only thing truly gnawing at my craw is how Galen was allowed to escape. There. Because I really, really, really wanted each and every one of the Lords to take a piece out of that asshole's miserable hide.
Seeing how Amun and Gideon suffered? Gideon's torture?? I was calling for blood.
Rivers of it.
I took it upon myself to pretend I was promised rivers of blood.
SO WHERE THE HELL WAS MY RIVER OF GALEN'S BLOOD?!
Oh, but Sabin had to go all noble and shit. Hrrrmph.
Scenarios like that made me wish for the umpteenth time that Maddox was still an active character and allowed to set Violence loose among their enemies....more
Truth be told: I was not terribly impressed with how Mariketa was described in the sneak peek of Wicked Deeds... following the end of No Rest for tTruth be told: I was not terribly impressed with how Mariketa was described in the sneak peek of Wicked Deeds... following the end of No Rest for the Wicked.
Perhaps, fresh off from the image of Kaderin as this super bad-ass resilient she-warrior, the picture painted of Mariketa the witch as a young woman in a drab cloak, vainly trying to call on her magical powers only now in the midst of the Hie of all times, deceptively set her up as ... well...not exactly a weakling... but maybe a little over her head? Pit her against the raw, bristling edges of a powerful Bowen who's carrying such a heavy baggage, and I foolishly thought that their story might not be worth the time, after all. Coz I didn't want to read about a female pushover.
WHICH filled me with no end of despair because I really wanted to explore this series further.
That was back in 2008. Two thousand and eight.
A few weeks ago, out of sheer boredom -- and a disgustingly pitiful reluctance to pick up any one of the dozens of books in my to-read pile (I think they've given up on me, too) -- I found myself re-reading A Hunger Like No Other. And was enchanted all over again.
So, valiantly keeping my eyes from straying guiltily towards the non-romance books awaiting my pleasure, I decided to read Wicked Deeds....
And now I wish someone bulldozed their way up to me and promptly smacked me upside the head nine years ago for letting go of this series so easily.
I had no idea that right after that little blurb of a sneak peek of Bowen and Mari, the pace relentlessly picks up.
These two? A combustible mix. Their verbal exchanges a delight.
Although, admittedly, more than half the time I got irritated with the many splendid fuck-ups Bowen committed around Mari. I mean, he's on a wholly different level in terms of continuously saying the wrong thing. Like... man, oh man....really? really. you.said.that.
Halfway in this story you can't help but admire Mari's emotional strength in the face of the (okay, often-unintentional) word vomit that keeps spouting from the Lykae's big mouth. Also, Bowen's fumbling damage-control in the wake of yet another faux-pas has left me a little unconvinced (hence, the 4 stars).
Other than that, the always delicious almost-sex and eventual yes-finally-sex, Mari's indomitable strength of self, her discovery of the breadth of her powers (she reminds me so much of Emmaline from A Hunger Like No Other), and the moments when Bowen tries everything in his power to protect Mari from harm -- from her fear of heights, and even from himself during the full moon -- Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night is an enjoyable read.
To be sure, I definitely am hankering for the next story.
Five... five novels in into her works...and I've only realized just now, after reading this, The Highlander's Touch, wI blame myself for being slow.
Five... five novels in into her works...and I've only realized just now, after reading this, The Highlander's Touch, what it is that makes me come back for more.
More of this series.
More of these Highlanders.
It's the men.
Like...pffft. Duh. Yeah, of course the men. We inhale romance stories for the men. I think few can dispute this.
But you have to understand.
It is the kind of men in Karen Marie Moning's world as have no peer under any other author's pen.
Forget the paranormal bent. The supernatural twist.
These men... these Highlanders... they make you crazy.
They make you mushy inside. Yes dammit. MUSHY.
It's how Moning gives the reader these strong male types... über Alpha, as the say. And then wham! smack them with the first encounter of their ~lady loves. And that's where the author gradually, ever so subtly, re-defines the man.
In her Highlander series, the charm, the lure, of her stories -- it often stems from the feelings of these men once they admit to themselves that they have fallen completely, irrevocably, blissfully, in love.
And her re-defined men are SO not afraid to feel. And they are definitely not averse to expressing these feelings.
And if one were to seek out a romance story to lose one's self in, then encountering a deeply masculine male who readily expresses in heartfelt, soul-wrenching, gut-melting, fierce, fervent words and deeds how he feels for his mate is the best reason as any to be lost.
Live with me forever. Cease my endless solitude. I will cherish you... I will walk beside you, hand in hand, until the end of days...
I suppose it's a bit unfair for me to give this story only 3 stars.
Okay. Yeah. Now that I think about it... it is QUITE unfair for me to rate this booI suppose it's a bit unfair for me to give this story only 3 stars.
Okay. Yeah. Now that I think about it... it is QUITE unfair for me to rate this book as I have.
First off, I had to check here when I last read a Bridgerton installment and, lud, it was almost 9 YEARS AGO. That one being Francesca and Michael's story.
And I think it's fairly reasonable to say that that particular story is something that you just simply have to give yourself time to fill you up and then try... try your damnedest to get over. Because it was so HEAVY. Beautiful but so... damn... heavy. On the heart.
Do you understand? It was the ONE Quinn novel which felt so good and so right but also... wrong? Or was it different? Because it didn't even feel like the same author wrote it. It didn't even feel like it belonged in the same level as the prior Bridgerton stories. It barely says to you, 'hello. welcome. here is Francesca hurting and here is Michael hurting. good luck.' before it relentlessly straight up punches you in the gut with so much emotion from beginning to end.
It's a fluke Bridgerton.
That being said -- When He Was Wicked the last book from which I left off this charming family nine years ago -- I suppose there remains a part of me that archly expects that it cannot possibly be topped. And, yet, at the same time, also hopes otherwise. Give me that one true beautiful story just the one time and maybe never again...?
So by the time I picked up the next Bridgerton story, I expected nothing much from it. And I was at peace with it.
And that's where the injustice lies, doesn't it.
Perhaps if only... if only WHWW wasn't that good and somehow still has the irksome power to suffuse you with bittersweet feelings nine years on, Hyacinth and Gareth's story would still fare higher. For me. After all, Gareth, upon acknowledging his feelings for Hy, was lovely to behold. Really.
He became the kind of man that, yes, even I briefly fantasized to have....more
“Two heroes, one led willy-nilly by his cock, the other northward by his heart. Neither bringing their brain into any decision of import.”
Thus spake“Two heroes, one led willy-nilly by his cock, the other northward by his heart. Neither bringing their brain into any decision of import.”
Thus spake the line that promptly – almost too rudely, in fact – catapulted this book right to the very top of my reading queue. And all of a sudden lit a fire under the long-dormant proverbial itch to take up reading once again.
Because if there’s one thing that I absolutely am helpless against, it is writing that oozes dry humor. Humor that dared hide behind another genre. And make that “other” genre a fantasy adventure? Sold.
I have to be honest, though. It was difficult for me to put up a short review/ reaction for this novel. Because, frankly? for some reason or other, I found it hard to pinpoint what it is exactly about this story that engaged my fickle attention.
Normally, my review would go along the lines of contradicting one aspect of the story against another; say, contrasting Prince Jal’s (eminently) flawed character against possibly a saving grace of his which the author eventually unfurls at/near the end.
But that’s just it. Fresh off reading this novel, and trying to make this review, I tried to take stock of Jal’s character and ended up bemused, instead. Because he remains, without equivocation (and doubtless with his ready agreement), a coward as he has been from the start. He doesn’t develop any new fighting skills. (Seriously. None at all.) And he would really love nothing more than to be back to the (now) relative safety of his home (psychotic betting lord breathing down his neck notwithstanding). Plus, damn, he is getting tired of screaming his head off (just the teensy tiniest bit in a less-than-manly manner) every single time yet another unborn suddenly shows up to choke him to death.
And, true, right there near the end he admits to the awful twinge impinging on his conscience for having lived his life the way he has done (i.e., a wastrel and man-whore, basically), and entertains the possibility that perhaps, just perhaps, he should strive to be better once he comes back.
Well, as better as he could manage it.
All the same, however, the feeling persists that, in essence, Jal is pretty much still Jal by the end of this novel.
So where is the great moment of salvation for our hero? Where do I fit in the aspect of his evolution?
That’s when I realized that, in trying so very hard to discern if Jal went through a monumental change, really (whether in heart, spirit, or whatnot) - the ultimate charm of the story is found not in seeing how character X changed from situation A right up to situation B. But in marveling how character X persistently chomped at his bit, railed at his situation, decried his dismal luck, and incessantly hoped to get out of his rut, and yet still (STILL!) found himself surviving the onslaught of what should have been his end. Of living through a nightmare which he so wanted to not even be remotely involved in.
A fumbling hero for sure. And yet he got the job done.
And he survived along with his great hulking Viking companion-slash-bane-of-his-life-slash-budding-bestie who couldn't be more his opposite. Survived miraculously. Fantastically. Against his better judgement, even.
I mean, whodathunk??
Because honestly… the whole kaboosh about the Dead King, the Red Queen, the Silent Sister, and talk of blue hands and grey hands controlling the pieces in the board, etc. —all these I’m still really trying to wrap my head around in. I would fail dismally in describing how one is connected to the other. Don’t even expect anything from me in that quarter.
What I really loved? Jal’s self-deprecations. Snorri’s long-suffering facial expressions. And every other dialogue between these two. Truly.
And if only it would not be considered lazy, but I would be content to just list all the lines in this novel that made me adore this novel, and let other potential readers decide if it is worth reading. At all.
Hint: It totes is.
Dammit. I can’t resist. Here are some gems that made me snort so wonderfully inelegantly:
“I’ll have eggs, scrambled with a pinch of salt, a pinch of black pepper, and then a fish. Kipper, mackerel, something smoked. The Viking will probably have a pig, lightly killed.”
“Pah.” I stood and dusted myself down. “I’d want better soldiers. Look: I felled seven of them while fighting blind.”
Snorri nodded. “Though to be fair you did have a screaming girl to help you.” He glanced back down the tunnel. “I wonder where she ran off to.”
“Eat dung, Norseman.”
“Surely if she’s so all-powerful she won’t just see the likes of anyone.”
“We’re not just anyone, Jal,” Snorri called over his shoulder. “I’m a haulder of the Uuliskind. You and I bear unusual magics, and Sleipnir is possibly the descendant of a horse of legend.” Ten more paces and then, “And you're a prince of somewhere.”
Soulmates right there.
Bro-ments that kept me alive.
The kind which I suspect will also break me most excruciatingly by the time I reach the third installment....more
**spoiler alert** There was this one stand-out moment back when I was reading the first installment, Artemis Fowl. I remember it was while I was waiti**spoiler alert** There was this one stand-out moment back when I was reading the first installment, Artemis Fowl. I remember it was while I was waiting for my next class at the university.
That was about 6 years ago.
I remember that I was sitting cross-legged at the corridor and was immersed in the story when one of my professors happened to walk by. He called my attention and we greeted each other hello but then at the last second he did a double take upon seeing the cover of the book in my hands. His smile grew wider, saying that he loves Artemis Fowl, and that he was glad to see one of his students reading the series.
Indeed, I remember a few days later after having finished the book feeling that I can't wait to latch on onto the second installment. There's a certain charm about Colfer's writing. Added to that was the sometimes-distracting allure of the symbolic codes on the pages.
Alas. As I said, that was half a decade or so ago. I cannot really give an excuse as to why I haven’t made good on my promise to myself to immediately hunt for the 2nd book.
Fast-track to the present.
These days? These days I must admit to becoming more and more predisposed towards the digital format. Perhaps there’s still a part in me that can wax nostalgic about the sensate experience of riffling through the crisp pages of a paperback, the old musty smell that leaps out of the pages. But I also have come to appreciate the convenience of the ecopy.
Because that is exactly how I crammed years of regret for promises unfulfilled and subsequently compensated for lost momentum. Perhaps driven by this guilt, I ploughed through the entire Fowl series in a few weeks’ time.
I re-read the first installment after 6 or so years and found myself grinning yet again once I stumbled upon one of my favorite quotes: “Confidence is ignorance. If you’re feeling cocky, it’s because there’s something you don’t know.”
From then on I resolved to finish what I began.
And in every installment, do you know what I found? I found that I couldn’t wait for Mulch to pop up. For yet another one of his wise cracks and pithy declarations of ‘enforced’ cooperation you would think he’s being asked to self-immolate. For Foaly to boast yet another one of his inventions while suffering the indignity of having ‘average’ people still unable to appreciate the extent of his brilliance. For Artemis to up the ante on his ‘insufferable’ meter as he privately becomes more self-aware of what his actions can lead to, and the importance of having friends whom he can rely on. For Julius Root to be all bark and no bite, a crusty old bear that has no time for nonsense and who is laughingly easily baited to lose his temper.
(And, yes. I KNOW. I don’t really want to think about Root because I still mourn. And pages and pages after that incident, I still believed he really wasn’t gone. No one can replace the curmudgeon.)
Also for some reason, I became increasingly interested in Butler. The seemingly cold-hearted bodyguard whose singular name can spark fear in Artemis’ enemies became more and more ‘human’. I found myself despairing when he was shot dead… when he revealed his name – I was edging Artemis on to hurry up and find Holly to resuscitate Butler. BECAUSE BUTLER DEAD IS SIMPLY.NOT.ACCEPTABLE.
He was Artemis’ moral compass. The one who, although would never dream to challenge Artemis’ decisions outright, nevertheless can succinctly convey his disapproval should his principal cross the line. And that moment when he demanded a ‘proper’ greeting from Holly? I gushed when she kissed him on the cheek and hugged him as far as her arms would allow. He’s such a dad.
So when Artemis went back from Limbo and was trudging up the cabin where Foaly told him that Butler has kept vigil for 3 years… when he perused the books that his faithful protector and friend has been reading all this time until his return… and when Butler confronted him from behind…. I felt that that moment was the pinnacle of the series. Theirs is not a love story and yet… you know what? In a sense it was.
The instances when Butler can read – and read well – what Artemis is currently hatching in his devious little mind. And how Artemis himself can automatically and clearly surmise what Butler is thinking. The angst that Butler felt when he thought that Artemis no longer trusts him. His frustration that he has aged and is no longer as quick or as strong in order to protect his charge after being brought back to life. And that moment when Holly realized how Butler can never be the same should Artemis be lost to them yet again. I felt vulnerable (?) in these moments.
(Perhaps this an appropriate moment as any to insert that this is where I am conflicted about ‘The Lost Colony’. More than half the time I absolutely cannot understand the convoluted complications of time travelling back and forth and across dimensions and planes. But I think the installment made up plenty nevertheless what with Number 1’s adorable personality and the Arty-Butler reunion.)
I don’t know… but these moments… Butler and Artemis. Artemis and Butler. The dynamics between these two goes so far and so deep. Can I just say I cried when Artemis was saying goodbye to Holly in this last installment and was agonizing in the knowledge of how Butler will take the news of his decision to sacrifice himself?
Yep. I was dripping snot.
Belated this – I should have said that this categorically is not a review of any of the Fowl series. I can’t review any one book because I really don’t think I can without considering the overarching narratives of the main characters across the entire series. Colfer has deftly allowed room for each to grow and develop, making this small and merry band of mismatched characters endear themselves to the reader.
Sure, the interest will always be the genius of Artemis and how he can make sense out of such a quagmire as they repeatedly find themselves in with a brilliant stroke of hutzpah. The unrelenting mania of Opal Koboi whose ambitions transcend anything, everything, and anywhen.
But I would like to think that the legacy of the series is also about relationships. How the many fantastical death-defying adventures in fairy and human world alike can forge something so resolute and lasting. It can be bent and beaten to the brink of breaking but the trials only serve to make the bond stronger. More unyielding.
And to be frank – For me? The shenanigans of the antagonists across the series blur into one another. What really sticks out is how, little by little, Artemis and Co. welcome each other in warmer tones than the last in every beginning of their adventures. They’d rather, of course, not meet at all in such dire circumstances and actually wish that they all can hang out without the threat of world annihilation or some such hanging over their heads, but there’s no denying their growing delight in being reunited in each other’s company as the series progresses.