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295 pages, Hardcover
First published September 9, 2014
I’m going to try and regurgitate (lovely word) this whole subjective experience in the most objective manner possible.
"I won’t read this because it’s just a repacked Harry Potter."
It is a book with elements similar and/or parallel to Harry Potter, simply because:
a) Harry Potter has become the immortalised invisible bar that every magical book must now reach and
b) Most of us have begun this book having read Harry Potter, having loved Harry Potter, having been weary of the Harry Potter comparison foreshadowing and/or having had knowledge of Cassandra Clare’s beginnings as an author of Harry Potter fanfiction.
1. As a person encapsulating both said a + b traits mentioned above and
2. As though I was a middle grade child, woefully ignorant of the pleasures of the magical world of Harry Potter
1. Mindset: “How dare they attempt to repackage Harry Potter!”
Harry’s sarcastic; Callum is middle grade sarcastic (I’ll get into more of that later on).
Harry’s meals are magical; low and behold, Callum’s meals are magical.
Harry’s in a golden trio of chosen; Callum’s got himself a trio as well.
Harry’s got himself a rich bully; oh look! Callum’s got a rich, old money bully, as well.
2. Mindset: Jess doesn’t read middle grade fiction. In this episode, she makes an exception for Clare and regrets it (just a little bit).
He had been expecting the tests to be scary, but the only apparent danger was the danger of being bored to death.
“Warren knows the best way. Sometimes the best way isn’t the fastest.”
“Warren shouldn’t talk about himself in the third person,” Call said…
Fire wants to burn, water wants to flow, air wants to rise, earth wants to bind, chaos wants to devour.
3. Mindset: I’ve got a kiddie nephew turning ten and he would eat this up for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Conclusion
“You matter, Call”
Fire wants to burn
Water wants to flow
Air wants to raise
Earth wants to bind
Chaos wants to devour
"As he bent closer, he realized they were words -- words his wife had carved into the cave ice with the last of her dying strength. As he read them, he felt them like three hard blows in the stomach.
KILL THE CHILD"
- Holly Black and Cassandra Clare, The Iron Trial
~Thank you Random House Australia for sending me this copy!~