*leans close enough to megaphone to eat it*
Lads, Gentles, and Villains... I hereby present y'all with the following information.
*runs out of podium*
Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.3 ('well, that was unexpected' stars)
I HAVE OFFICIALLY READ ALL OF TIFFANY'S BOOKS.
CAN YOU TELL I'M MILDLY FREAKING OUT?
BECAUSE I OBVIOUSLY CAN'T.
I'M SUPER CALM.
THAT'S NOT SWEAT, THE HEAVENS JUST BLESSED ME WITH MIST.
GHUIKUJHYGTFRDFRTGYUIKJHGF
TOTALLY NOT FREAKING OUT.
I am zen. I am stress-free.
Ahahahaha, as if I could ever be.
Y'all, this has been such a bloody painful journey (no pun intended hehehe, if you know how his author works, you'll for sure get that, pfft), filled with potholes of plot twists, short cuts that have led to gruesome discoveries, mental asylums where everything isn't as it seems and finally, a book about a found family, revolution, and bittersweet endings. (I swear my lip is trembling because I'm cold, never mind that my fan is at the highest capacity and even the walls are perspiring)
I've ceremoniously cursed this wonderful author, thrown tantrums because IT IS INCREDIBLY NOT FAIR WHAT YOU MADE THESE CHARACTERS SUFFER-, and deemed her as blessed as a devil amongst clueless people. Cruel, and befitting of an award for her skills of hiding in plain sight. Someone like that is totally not human, I'm SURE of it
Without further ado, or with a lot of ado, without further interruptions. I'm so sorry
I need to go scream and dramatically have an argument in the bathroom. Excuse me.
Hello, I see you have not gone away yet. Are you procrastinating because studying gives hernias? I'm totally not doing that, there are absolutely no more things I need to do. *side eyes 4-page assignment due four days from now* *silently slides it off of desk with a satisfying thump*
I shall dip into the pool of the plot because it deserves to be swum in and caressed by children who aren't yet potty-trained but who, nonetheless, enjoy the cool feel of the water. This was absolutely and confusedly different from any of the author's previous books (I'm completely milking the fact that I actually read an author's books in total. First time! Never mind that I'll never be the same after all that-). In other words, it wasn't gory, didn't have enough mental and emotional trauma thrown at my face with the intent of breaking my nose and possibly giving me a concussion (as thrillers books should), and frankly, it wasn't as disturbing as say... the rest. I loved the topics it discussed, enjoyed immensely the entertaining pace that made me jump from page to page in search for answers, and the oh so sweet release of anxiety strangling me as I tried to cope with the fact that a lot of things didn't make sense at the moment. (Typical Tiffany, by the way. Just bookly (definitely a word) kill the reader in hopes of reeling their corpse to shore afterwards. Hahahahahahaa, totally smart, RIGHT?) The themes were current with the real world and painful to experience through the eyes of one personally suffering it. In shorter terms, pain everywhere. In my heart, too.
I just can't find more words to describe the writing, really. The last review I compared it to donuts, I'll compare it again with some other thing... oh! A grave. Yes, deep, meaningful and life giving. Meaning the maggots in said grave, of course. The corpse is me.
Like, I've mentioned before, this author just has something different.
(maybe her psychopathic ways of destroying my soul-)
Then we have the characters. I just had chills and I don't know if it's because of the fan literally acting like a tornado less than two feet from me, but I'll say it was the book.
I really had no idea this book was not going to be a thriller, so what did I expect? One of them being a cold-blooded murdered. What? My past experiences have honed my brain to expect the absolute worse (COUGH, child killers) and I was a little confused when that didn't happen.
The MC were multiple ones, since they were divided into different POV's (that again, I obviously thought one of them was going to start pulling out knives and telling us how he ended people before). *I am completely mentally fine*
Jas, dear one, I'm so mega proud of you for resisting punching those guys. Seriously, if I could gift you a trophy in the form of a fist, I would. I adored her strength, resilience, come-and-catch-me-if-you-can attitude that ignited my love for strong female figures in books and her sassy comebacks! Honestly? *bows down* *to fix shoe* Not bowing level yet, but you have so much potential.
Quadir, was, unexpectedly, a complete sweetheart. And by complete, I mean, not completely but for the sake of better enunciation, it shall stay that way. Pfft. That guy was kind, strong, didn't care if he showed emotions and baby? Even though I didn't love you, I'm sure about 6789 other people do. Now, if you could jump down into a train and be run over by it, I would feel extremely compensated for the sexist comments you made.
And lastly, we have Jerell. Holy mold on a silver bullet, I didn't expect for him to be the GOAT of the guys in this book. *pulls hair back in Jesse fashion* His humor, sarcasm, quick thinking, comebacks, attitude, everything that made him, well, HIM, was fantastic. Of course, I wanted to kill him sometimes, and of course that feeling lasted for a few pages, but he was as addicted as a Soap Opera. Dramatic, enthusiastic, and probably illegal in other places. (have you ever actually listened to a Telenovela dialogue? W H E E ZE)
The rest of the characters, like dear Steph and Jasmine's mother and a whole lot of others I'm unable to remember as of now, were insanely drawn together with the string of good character building. I just- darn it, I need another book.
The romance was cute.
Yep.
I'm a new person.
I don't rant against romance anymore.
....
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ahahaha, as if. The romance was okay, not great but, didn't suck. At this point, that's the best I could hope for.
And oh my gawd, did I forget to mention the friend interactions?? HAHA my bad.
*starts full on sobbing* Why was that so BeAUtIfUL??? Why is that not ReAL???
Stupid reality with stupid pandemics and stupid studies and stupid people and stupid- I'll stop.
On a closing note, am I about to cry if I don't have White Smoke in my hands? Nah, those aren't tears, they're um... rivers of life. This book, nay, this whole story, touched subjects that are real and painful and heartbreaking and goshdarnit should not exist in the first place. Any and every race should be respected because we're all different for a dang reason! To bring different ideas, different points of views, different skin colors, different shape of eyes, different style, different languages, different life stories! Steph was taken too soon, like many others, but the fact that Tiffany took the time, patience and *gags* love, to write this in such a beautiful way makes me a little more bendable to forgive her for shattering my will to live on previous books.
No I did not get what I expected, no this is not a bloodthirsty story, but the life lessons it brings, amidst the torture of reading a new chapter when it got difficult, was something I would never regret having.
P.S: The fact that everyone referred to anyone as queens and young kings... I'm totally not preordering White Smoke.
Totally not.
Breathe through the pain, Booksy, breathe through the pain.
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Hold up, that’s it?! The end? Nuh uh, I am not ready. NOT READY.
Darn it, Tiffany, why you gotta do my heart like this-
My lungs can’t even function.
Literally,
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The book is literally there.
I need to sleep.
But it. is. there.
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The worse that can happen is that I'm left as an emotional corpse.
Right?