It’s a minefield outside that door. Walk lightly. Your parents’ rules don’t apply. Do be afraid of the dark. And if you’re thinking there migh
It’s a minefield outside that door. Walk lightly. Your parents’ rules don’t apply. Do be afraid of the dark. And if you’re thinking there might be a monster under your bed or in your closet, there probably is. Get up and check. Welcome to Planet Earth.
Alrighty...I think I'll try to write one of those things called a review, try to get my feet wet again. And what better way to dive right in other than with a Fever series spin-off?
“I’m not going anywhere until you’re safe,” Christian says to me, real quiet. “Isn’t that quaint. The chivalrous Unseelie prince with the dick of death,” Ryodan mocks.
It's no secret that-back in the day-I was OBSESSED with this series. Mac? Check. Buddy Read with all my best GR girlfriends? Check. Appealing, addicting plot? Lush story-telling, etc.etc.etc.etc.....CHECK. And, oh yeah, a super snarky, asshole, undeniably morally gray hero who literally oozes sex? Yes. Please. Barrons was most likely why I loved this series so much the first time. It's undeniable that I am-and always will be-a BBF groupie. And I'm not even ashamed of it, so don't waste your raised eyebrows on me.
“Wh-When?” I stamp my foot in hyperspeed, pissed that I’m stuttering. Doesn’t matter that it’s from the cold, it makes me sound pansy. Next thing you know, I’ll lisp.
And, with the world the way it is, I just needed to get away. I've found out through not one, but two pregnancies now that I am more susceptible to enjoy a novel when sh** hits the fan if I've read it before and loved it. And, truthfully, it's all foggy to me, this series. SO MUCH HAPPENS and I legitimately raced through all five books (at the time) in one week when, you know, I had that thing called TIME on my hands. So, feeling as dark as I did, I decided to pick up and re-read the Barrons and Mac saga, the drug-like series akin to what I can only assume crack is like.
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Full disclosure, I've never tried crack-or any drug of the sort. But I was, however, drug even deeper into their world this time around and I even had a change of heart on so many situations, people, triggers, and the world in general. This series re-stole my heart and I fell even more in love with it, causing me to become a rabid fangirl and-yet again-a Barrons...um...well. I won't say it. But I'd follow him into any world and do anything with him. I'm just saying.
Now I’m the one feeling all prickly and pissy. I go into observation mode, ruffle my feathers back down into a duck-coat so I’m more likely to quack up than get pissy. Humor is a girl’s best friend. The world’s a funny place.
But you didn't come here to read about 1-5, did you? It's all relative, I swear, because in all that blabbering one thing should have become clear. I loved this series the first time, I LIVED AND BREATHED IT the second time, and it now owns a large piece of my soul. With that came changes, that much should have been clear, and why I went into my spiel. I didn't care for Dani in my younger years. Now? I adore her. SO, why wouldn't I try her story. More Barrons? Most likely. More Mac? Well, one can only hope. More Fever, more Dani, a look into Ryodan's world? Frankly, I never want to leave this desperately tragic world, so I went all in.
Rule #1 in the Universe: the crap always hits the fan. It’s the nature of crap. It’s a fan magnet.
While I think this book had great bones, I'm not sure it even had a chance of standing up to the perfection that was Mac's story. Dani is funny, quirky, and a strong female lead. The things that bothered other people didn't bother me, because, in the end, it's not real. And, frankly, I know Moning did some fixing up for future romance possibilities and if she did her best to rectify it, who cares? So, I'm happy overall with this book and the future it could possibly have as a series' continuance.
“One day, kid, you’ll be willing to mortgage your fucking soul for somebody.”
An extreme positive, for me, was that I loved that Moning took the fans' concerns of Dani's strong voice and tampered it down to soothe how brash it was (maybe that was always the plan). What it didn't save, however, was that it just all seemed so...slow? Repetitive? I think it was a wonderful book, no lies here, but it lacked the fire or spark I loved so much about Mac and Barrons' story-line. I'm not trying to nitpick, but when I speed through 5 books at this stage in my life and am totally insatiable, then stall and crash for a new installment I've never read...that doesn't bode well for said book.
Like sheep, sidhe-seers herd by nature, until you want them to go somewhere. Then they’re all fluffy bottoms and broken legs.
And Ryodan. I just...didn't love him. With Barrons, it was effortless. With Ryodan? I felt myself reaching for any token of love I could muster up. I did enjoy him, and I know I will in the future, but, for now, I. Remain. Skeptical. And the thing with Jo? GTFOH. No. Hell no. HARD PASS. That BS better pass soon. Just sayin'
I save them. He damns them. That’s a gulf between us no bridge will ever span. I’ll look into this. But not for him. For humans. Sides have to be taken. I know which one I’m on.
So, ya know, I hated rushing and writing this at work, but, all the same, I didn't want to pass up the opportunity. There was good. There was bad. But, overall, it didn't kill my love for the series I was so worried about ruining. My fears were erased, because it didn't change or alter my love for the OG's who stole my heart. In fact, I can't wait for what's to come.
ARC provided by netgalley in exchange for an honest review!
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Never, under any circumstances, reveal who or what matters to you.
In the land of ever-changing Young Adult Fantasy, the newest (as far as I know) trend is Pirates and the like. Anything to do with the sea, really-and I can’t believe how deeply it resonates with me. This is only the third or fourth story set at sea (exclusively) that I’ve read, but it easily catapulted to the top of the pile with grace.
I don’t need much to make me happy-a tortured-or loyal (or both)-hero, a feisty or fierce or witty heroine, and a fantasy that takes me away. That has a deeply rooted foundation capable of carrying a story even when things are slow, or only day to day fillers. They don’t need to be action packed from beginning to end. And, as a seasoned reader and reviewer, I’ve learned I don’t even like that. Back when I was a little less sure of what worked for me, I always thought that action meant good and the more there was, surely the better the book would be.
This crew had already been in trouble when I stepped onto their ship, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I was going to be the storm that finally sank them.
After countless series crashing and burning (in my humble opinion) because of this exact reason, I learned that action does not equal plot, and action does not equal a story that resonates deeply in your soul-it can’t possibly reside there, because what really was there to grasp onto? What did the characters say or do that stuck with you? The answer is convoluted and a whole lot of nothing. But, with master storytellers such as Young? There’s something special there that can’t be won with flash and flare-it’s won with quiet, fierce storytelling and a few perilous battles here and there. THAT is how a good fantasy is told, and it’s how it becomes a permanent resident in my heart.
I was standing in the breezeway with my heart in my throat, trying to figure out how to say goodbye, and West couldn’t wait to be rid of me.
Character driven stories are really the bread and butter of my all-time favorite books in my most recent, wiser years, and this story-while there was plenty of action for my taste-is no exception. Fable is an AMAZING heroine, one that I rarely see anymore. I don’t get to read like I used to, but I still know a good heroine when I see one. I have always been about the book boys, but I have a soft spot in my heart when a fierce female comes along and steals the show.
Fable is made of tougher skin having been raised under the Narrows trade leader, Saint, and after being left on an unforgivable island where she had to fight for her life every single day, she’s not one to be messed with. One goal in mind, she dredged day after day, morning to night, to make coin when the Marigold came every couple weeks looking for what only she could deliver. She’d trade what she had dredged, and she was finally close enough to get off the life-threatening island she was left on four years prior…until she attracted the attention of every other dredger trying to find the same HEA fate as she, and instead it became about fighting for her life not silently and intently as before, but kicking and screaming, striking a deal with the only trader she could halfway trust-West.
Which…this brings me to the crux of everything, doesn’t it? West was a beyond amazing character, for me. I love when the heroes (and the heroines) are morally gray and you can’t quite pinpoint who they are, what their intentions may be, and how they want the pieces to fall. West was just that. He is a perfect example of the heroes I continually fall hard for, because he keeps his emotions close to his chest-He doesn’t betray what he’s really thinking. But, his actions continually speak louder than his words (or lack thereof) and he is always waiting in the wings, rushing to help Fable even when he can’t trust her.
And though West had said again and again that he didn’t do favors and that he didn’t take chances, he’d done both. Over and over. For me.
This was the slowest of slow burn romances and it was EVERYTHING I hoped it would be. I don’t need book long, flashy romances. I need that build, that something to look forward to-the hoping, the praying, the what-if of how it will-or won’t-happen. And, ultimately, I love waiting for that horrible end we just know is coming. I’m sorry, but it gets my perilistic, masochistic heart pumping and my blood buzzing. It simmers under my skin just WAITING to see what obstacles the hero and heroine will face and…I’m done sounding [exactly like who I am] psycho.
Fable honestly took me by surprise. I knew I wanted to read it; I was excited about it. But, it wasn’t until I started the book that I felt my soul leave my body and my heart begin pounding, butterflies erupt in my stomach, and a giddiness erupt that is unparalleled since having my little boy. It was an escape, a world to look forward to after a long day with two small children, a sickness that just now seems to be finally going away, and a reprieve from my ‘I must always be on’ duties. I haven’t felt like that in over a year. For that, I will always have a soft spot in my heart for Fable.
It’s no secret that I haven’t been able to read much in the past couple years. And fantasy is and always will be my favorite, though it’s by far the hardest type of book for me to read. It takes time, attention, and the ability to immerse yourself without distraction.
But this book...after a year of reading here and there, romances only, and hardly anything that requires more than the attention span of a gnat...this book pulled me out of my funk. It brought me back from a two week sickness with two kids that seems to never cease. It made me feel things.