I swear to God she is my new favorite 'I Need Cute' author. Is she unforgettable? No...but every book so far has been WHY. IS. SARAH. ADAMS. SO. CUTE.
I swear to God she is my new favorite 'I Need Cute' author. Is she unforgettable? No...but every book so far has been a slam dunk and just made me so happy, laugh out loud (THIS IS UNHEARD OF-I hate chick/lit/romantic comedies), and just...altogether resonated with me.
I can't explain how it works...how she writes such light reads that make you feel weightless yet she throws in deeper moments that hit you deep within about your own internal struggles. Yet here we are.
Three books in...and she is now an author I will always trust with my heart ♥...more
Yeah yeah....I read this to get over my Jacks hangover. Tried to shock my system. And shock it, it did. Holy Triggers, Batman...BUT....yes, the hardbaYeah yeah....I read this to get over my Jacks hangover. Tried to shock my system. And shock it, it did. Holy Triggers, Batman...BUT....yes, the hardback may be in my amazon cart waiting on me to become weak (which happens often). Noah may be the most amazing (albeit a tad far-fetched) hero everrrrr.....
She was intoxicating, this creature of mine, soul destroying, heart breaking, endlessly everything.
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NO GIF REVIEW TODAY. ONE GIF C
She was intoxicating, this creature of mine, soul destroying, heart breaking, endlessly everything.
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NO GIF REVIEW TODAY. ONE GIF COVERS IT ALL.
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Y'all know. EVERYONE knows. When I say that I love emotional peril. Destruction. Heartache. Pain. Chaos. Mayhem. [fake or will be fixed and also okay sometimes permanent] Character deaths. All around evil. Torture. YOU NAME IT. I MEAN IT. I . FUCKING. LOVE. IT.
This book is the most destructive. eViL. MEAN. Aggressive little shit of a book I've ever come across and I may or may not want to curl up and die after finishing because nothing has EVER hurt this much. Okay, maybe back in the day things such as Primrose and Tris and [insert duology from last year that's too new to say so offhandedly] are good examples of utter and emotional detriment to the soul. But this is NOW. And now HURTS.
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Well no, sir/ma'am, I will NOT be okay.
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No amount of guessing/anticipating/waiting could have prepared me for this. And while I will eventually bask in it, today and last night as I lay awake staring at the ceiling in a sea of feels, today is not that day. Today I mourn my sanity and I thank you for all your condolences at this time.
...regrets weren’t worth the memories they lingered in.
Okay but why do these make it impossible to breathe?!
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The way these books have hooked their talons into me and gotten me through one of the roughest months of my life is no joke. Favorite book to date (AnThe way these books have hooked their talons into me and gotten me through one of the roughest months of my life is no joke. Favorite book to date (And yes I am unabashedly on book 5).
I took a slow breath as I tried to process it all. “So what do you think me and Tory are, sir?” I asked, nervous of the answer. He
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I took a slow breath as I tried to process it all. “So what do you think me and Tory are, sir?” I asked, nervous of the answer. He drummed his fingers on the desk then swallowed the last of his drink. “Trouble,” he muttered and I stiffened.
I think it goes without saying that I've lost my mind because this is exactly everything I avoid in a book or series when I have said head on shoulders correctly. That's not to say I never WOULD have read this back in the day, perhaps when I didn't know any better, but this is so far out of my realm right now that even I am shocked that I chose to go this route.
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I won't lie and say I'm feeling normal again-because I'm not-but I will say that I am desperate for some normalcy and sometimes digging deep and finding something that works for you in that particular moment in time is of paramount importance for personal defense and mental health. Do I condone this sort of bullying? I mean, no. Do I find this realistic whatsoever? No. Is the writing everything I cringe about on a daily basis and avoid at all costs? Yes and No. Does that make this any less entertaining or addicting? Hell no. And here we are, me knee deep in the series and complete and utter trash for it.
He leaned an inch closer to me and the space between us burned hot with raw energy for a moment and I suddenly felt like I was caught in a hunter’s snare. The worst thing of all was that I didn’t even want to break free. He had me and in that second we both knew it.
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I will admit I'm a writing snob and I do like certain types of writing more than others-I generally avoid the more childish narrative (this is borderline, to be fair, as I don't find it childish as much as having horrid sayings, but that's a slippery slope as only I know writing styles that bother me). When I saw this pop up, though, I immediately decided I needed to read it. I think I have passed on it 100x because, as I said-Snob. But sometimes....ya just gotta let the reigns go-And I'm having literally the best time binge reading and it's helping me get through these rather rough days as of late.
“Do you have a pirate fetish or something?” I blurted, eyeing the coins and gold with confusion. “What?” he asked, his scowl somehow defying the laws of physics and finding a way to deepen. “Well you’re half naked in a bed full of coins so either you’re doing something with them or putting them somewhere... inaccessible while fully dressed or I missed the memo about your enrolment in Captain Silver’s new fleet.”
^^DYING at the way these two GOAD these monsters. I LIVE FOR IT >.<
It also helps-mind you-that I asked my bestie who the endgame ships are (I MUST KNOW OR I RAGE) so I could focus on the subtle nuances, the way certain characters interacted so I could lap it up instead of doing the age old 'ah man, I wish I had known all this so I could have immersed more and now I have to re-read it'. We never re-read it. Never. Not hardly, anyway. Such is life and it's an absolute fucking tragedy.
“You really don’t know anything do you?” he asked. “This is how my kind regenerate our power; from gold.” “Oh.” I frowned at the coins again as I processed that. “So are you Order of pirate then? Do you transform into a one legged man with an eyepatch, a hankering for rum and a pet parrot?”
^So much joy.
THAT BEING SAID-I am LIVING for the moments between x and y because they are horrendous but oh so steamy (yes I am almost done with book two, so I can almost look past the murderous vibes (don't judge me))
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and moments between y and z because they clearly were meant to be, okay, and he's not quite as abhorrent-though I am loving his absolute childish snark and off-handed way of barking orders at people.
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And this is so important. I am finding more and more that for the nourishment of my health I need a good monthly or bi-monthly dose of sticky, ooey-gooey, passionate, and sickly-sweet trash. I don't know where this came from-and so suddenly-but I blame covid wholeheartedly as that DRAGGED me out of my two year YA fantasy/fantasy win streak and threw me into a two month long contemporary streak and then, inevitably, led me to Crave (which I have avoided for years) (talk about a childish book , and yet, I loved it, too until I SAW MY GUY I FELL FOR GOT FUCKED OVER DIE A FIERY BURNING DEATH YES THIS IS WHAT I WAS REFERRING TO ABOVE I DO NOT GO IN BLIND FOR THIS REASON EVER DO YOU SEE WHY)...and now to this abomination of absolute fucking obsession that I did not want nor did I prepare for but I've chosen to embrace it. I think it's going well.
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So no, I do NOT care that the girls embrace others than they are meant to be with and NO I do not care that there are murderous moments without actual murder and NO I do not care that there is bullying I JUST WANT TO LIVE IN IT and thus is why I needed to know things ahead of time because now? Now I get to sit back and relax and enjoy this drama. I am cool as an icy demented cucumber.
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And, I must say, though it's not the level of fantasy writing I generally enjoy or strive to find, I don't find it all that bad-I actually kind of enjoy the writing style and I don't even get turned off by the cheesy horrendous catch phrases because it's not horribly written in the least surrounding them. See? I can be civil and I can be fair. I can see reason. Where Crave had a definite 'juvenile' written feel, though extremely enjoyable, this series seems to have a higher level of footing, in my opinion. I do so love my toxic sludge, sometimes.
What’s the worst that can happen in a library anyway? Tell that to the guy who was killed by Colonel Mustard with the candlestick.
So. Thus is my crazy life and this series is breathing life into it. I can't say if I will love them all...but for now, they are my life force and they are addicting as all get out. I have a feeling that if these stay even A LITTLE close to the momentum they're at now, I may very well be a fangirl by the end of the month. You've been warned.
FRIEND SCALE:
aRiElLe-You know. Cassie-I don't think so. Not because you couldn't love it, but don't think you like toxic or bullying. I do lol Anna-You don't like Toxic but man I'd laugh at your reactions. Jen-Probably lol I'd say if you knew ahead of time you'd like this as much as me.
*ARC provided by Penguin Group Putnam in exchange for an honest review*
It’s taken my whole life to realize that not being the center of atten
*ARC provided by Penguin Group Putnam in exchange for an honest review*
It’s taken my whole life to realize that not being the center of attention isn’t the same thing as being ignored. Is this growth? I don’t care for it.
I will admit this book made me feel many things…and anger was one of them, to start. It’s rare I pick up a book by a beloved author and feel anything other than-at minimum-happy. I’ll also admit, before going farther down the rabbit hole, that I did NOT know this was a Christmas book when I requested it. It’s simple, really-I saw Sarah Hogle and I clicked ‘Request’. I do not question a single thing when I see that name, and I never will-even after this tremulous start. BUT I DIGRESS. I picked this story up and it was nothing short of…well…just as she described it: Chaos [goblin].
It feels wrong to find him attractive, so I’m trying not to. It’s like eyeing a Keebler elf with seductive intentions. He’s so nice and so pure, a glowing unicorn untainted by all that is crass and vulgar about the world.
And I realize some people didn’t just fall head over heels immediately for Twice Shy (I loved it from page one, but we are all different, I suppose! And I GET IT.), but this was a whole different beast, in my opinion. I think we were thrown in rather quickly, deep into our MC’s story without much to ground us. Then, all of a sudden, this bitter girl [with so many pop culture references to start out that my head was spinning and I couldn’t keep up?] has this super happy, almost Elf-like guy landing in her living room and to say I was utterly confused would be an absolute understatement.
His face is scarlet. “The Grinch is to me what polka dots are to you.” “I’ve never met anyone who hates the Grinch.” “I don’t! I can’t possibly hate anything. But he’s terrible, Bettie. All the Whos wanted was to eat their roast beast and sing. They just wanted to celebrate. That’s all they wanted! I don’t understand why the cable network Freeform includes this insult to the holiday spirit in their Twenty-Five Days of Christmas lineup.”
Now-listen-I am fair and I don’t judge immediately…but wow. I say this with my WHOLE heart-I have never been so shocked and flabbergasted by a book in my whole entire existence. What. Even. WAS. This??? To say it took me a VERY long time to even want to turn the pages is a nice way of saying this was a struggle, to a certain point. And okay, I really am not selling this well, but I’m not trying to. This book, at first, will turn many people away. I just know it. But then…then. Even though I am of the more broody type of male, as of late….Hall just…he became this person that wholly changed the trajectory of this story.
I’m practically a demon in comparison, which you’d think would prompt me to take it easy on him. But instead, it’s really bringing out the demon. I find myself wanting to say inappropriate things just to see what his expression will do. All of my worst impulses are running amok. Maybe I can see how my spirit might be a one point five.
No longer was his silliness the forefront, but something that enhanced every single moment, every single scene, every single event that would have normally caused Bettie strife or heartache. He was an anchor, an outside view, someone who aided everyone to see that they were all viewing things in an entirely incorrect or slewed perspective and just…all of a sudden this jumbled, unbelievable, crazy mess of utter destruction and mayhem became something deeper, sounder, something that lived with a slowly beating heart, suddenly gaining a pulse whereas, before, it was filler and silly and lacking the depth of a puddle.
“Is this tap water?” He blinks. “Uhh. I don’t know.” “I only . . .” I slump onto my side upon the unforgiving floor, eyes clenched tight, dying of thirst. “. . . drink . . . Evian.” He tips the cup against my lips, confirming my worst fears about the source of this water. It’s inhumane, the atrocities I have endured today.
And isn’t that just the kicker? I was all of sudden transported to thoughts such as ‘well, okay, that stuff wasn’t that silly’ or ‘man those moments of such exaggerated spoof have kind of enhanced the story now that we look back, haven't they?’, to 'okay but all those moments the magic annoyed me and I didn't think it could possibly be redeemed after such silliness now seem so much cuter *imagining Hall frantically trying fulfill Bettie's wishes running around behind her while she stands there frothing and smiling maniacally* it hits different and I now smile fondly' (seriously, I, at one point, was genuinely like WTF?!) and, ultimately, ‘Hall is literally the kindest person and he helps Bettie to see herself for who she could be, and isn’t he just becoming so much sweeter and down to earth? More human?’
Are you going to intervene?” I ask Hall. “Can’t. Duels are protected from magical interference. It’s all in the legislation.” “I would like to see this legislation.” “There is legislation that prevents you from seeing the legislation. Your eyes are too mortal.” Naturally.
I can’t explain how all of a sudden a literal OVERLY SWEET, CANDY BOX type of guy became someone I bawled over, but here we are. And here I am. And that just goes to show how great of a writer my Sarah is, because even though I thought she made Bettie just…too much…she made me-ultimately-care for her. She made me see myself in her. She made me FEEL things with how I am bitter and angry and how I, too, would love to shove it to those who wrong me daily, yet I won’t, I don’t, and I deserve more. I deserve to think better of myself, to hold myself in a higher regard and to just…let that evil go. Let those PEOPLE go. And I just love this author, absolutely ADORE this crazy woman, for always creating the Naomi’s and Betties that are-yes, sometimes hard-edged and perhaps sometimes cruel-so relatable and [even though Bettie was WAY over the top] palatable and….people who I saw my mirror image self in.
But I’ll never be sufficiently holiday-cheered, which means that he’s wrong, and isn’t going anywhere. I have the vicious, cold, impenetrable heart of a withered old hag. It’s half of my appeal.
And ouchhhhh maybe that’s just why I love this author so much. She sees me. She hears me. She tells me I am okay as I am and that there is always room to let love in, let it grow, and let it become something more than bitterness and perhaps we could stand to let more light and love in.
Felix is feeling bad about himself because he didn’t give Marilou her dream wedding, so he’s poking holes in my love life, and I don’t want to hear it. I’ve rapidly grown protective of my sham relationship and our future sham marriage.
And ugh look at me being all sappy-I used to be nice, too, ya know. Just like young Bettie. Don’t you just looooove in-laws who corrupt your view of the world (the way that You Deserve Each Other sings to my soul, I tell you…)? Either way-YES. This book was crazy and I do hope the beginning is fine tuned a bit, but that’s okay because, frankly, in the end I felt. And not everyone will. That’s okay, too. I didn’t think this was going to work. I truly didn’t. But once Hall went to bat for Bettie, let the 'good guy will take all your shit' act step aside to defend the girl he was falling in love with….my heart melted. It became goo. And I liked seeing him find a real persona that didn’t emulate all things nutcracker and holiday spirit (since that is who he personifies) and seeing that he could be serious -and he was seriously in love with Bettie. I needed this levity. Without it I fear this book would have fallen in the cracks for me, yet it fought it’s way out and now I can look forward to a fun book to read in December-everyone needs a good dose of a great man like Hall.
I have plenty of good attributes, of course—I’m always down for a fun time, I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue, and I have a knack for finding hidden gems when traveling. But I’ll admit I’m probably a tad more self-involved than is decent and am fond of revenge schemes.
It shouldn’t have worked, for me, by rights-him being the literal holiday spirit (so weird lol), but, in the end, watching him guide Bettie through her journey for self-worth, finding what makes her glow...it was just absolutely beautiful to see both of their transformations. And when it finally got serious, when we got to see their clock winding down, true emotions having to be shown lest they are never said before he inevitably has to say goodbye, that’s when we truly begin to feel and see what this whole story was meant to be.
My genetic pool doesn’t rise early to admire the dawn. If we rise early, it’s because there’s a limited number of Krispy Kreme donuts.
And there is a moment where Bettie is ice-skating-alone-and I just…it fractured my heart as she discovered herself, as she let her sadness shine, let the idea that she needed someone else to make her complete go…I bawled, okay. Hogle can set. A damn. Scene. And that whole moment, the atmosphere, what happens, how it plays out, how she ~feels~ things…my heart. I don’t think I’ll get my heart back from that absolutely breathtaking moment.
Simultaneously, my conscience, which isn’t as much like Jiminy Cricket as it is like Scar from The Lion King, sits forward and raises an intrigued eyebrow.
So. Yes. I was not sold at first, and it will not be for everyone...and many will love it. That’s just how it goes. But I can firmly say, now that I have officially written a review and chosen a side (my true feelings always come out candidly when I write my reviews, because my immediate feelings have faded and I’ve had time to process) that I am proud to say I love this dumpster fire of a book, just as I did Twice Shy and You Deserve Each Other, and I am so happy I found my beautiful, chaotic, dumpster fire of an author (am I allowed to say this? I feel like she’d actually appreciate this) and I hope she never stops churning out my Naomis and Betties and chaos goblins alike. I will always try them, and I will always hold them tight. There aren’t enough neurotic, WELL DONE female MCs like Hogle creates-I just have to hope she never stops writing them, or I’d truly lose a piece of my crazy, surly, petty self.
FRAN SCALE: Jen-As you are my light and joy and HOLIDAY SPIRIT PERSONIFIED FRIEND, yes Arielle- I teeter back and forth, but I think you'd get a kick out of it Cassie- You are an evil, corrupt soul like me, so yes. Maybe not a favorite, but you'll enjoy the petty just as I did Anna- Actually, maybe. But who knows.
I mean...IDK????? I have ZERO clue what to rate this. It was a two...for like...40%. Isn't that just crazy? Then a tentative three. Then a four. Then my ass was bawling for twenty minutes (I do not think I feel well. I had a twig in my eye) straight and inconsolable with feels and wtf even.
Something about Hogle-even when she starts with such a HUGE misstep and novel of absolute chaos that makes zero sense and pisses me off with her buddy the elf love interest-just speaks to my heart.
Maybe it's that I, too, have lost my happiness and youth and the rose tinted glasses way I used to view the world because of circumstances that surround me and have changed me irrevocably. That I saw my bitterness in Bettie and saw how Hall brought all that wonder and willingness to try and be good and the way he fell for her was just so sweet and sincere.
Maybe it's the way he defended her, went to bat when no one else would, with his whole heart because he knows who she is on the inside the way I crave to be supported and cherished. He literally CHERISHED her with hearts in his literal eyes and I aspire to make my husband find those love eyes again ha.
I don't know. But I was a mess and, though this was a surefire dumpster of a book I don't actually know will do well, I fell for it because I am weak and a sucker and even though I am of the toxic male variety as of late I found the LAST half with Hall so heartfelt and endearing with his adoration of Bettie that I cannot rate this low any longer.
Call me weak. Call me a sucker. But Hogle speaks to my bitter little heart and shoves my style of humor into every crevice (despite how cheesy the jokes COULD be and WERE for a very long time) and how she [maybe perhaps WAY too many this time] uses pop culture references in every story that crack me up but normally has the perfect amount for me.
So. Whatever. I guess a 5 for now??? LOL SHOCKER? I am weak.
REVIEW TO COME.
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OMGGGGG The way that getting this ARC made my DAYYYYYYY!!!
This. Author. Is. EVERYTHING.
Nicholas doesn't like bangs? Perfect. I don't like Nicholas.
I mean, nothing much more to say that wasn't said on my book one review:
+The cover is fucking fantastic +Repetitive +Kind of stand still +Triggery +Predic I mean, nothing much more to say that wasn't said on my book one review:
+The cover is fucking fantastic +Repetitive +Kind of stand still +Triggery +Predictable +Lacking ending-or at least I thought it was dumb, but that's just me, again lol
Ummmm....the cover has a lot going for it...I guess?
Look-there was a time when JLA was my savior, the best writer in the world, and she could do no wrUmmmm....the cover has a lot going for it...I guess?
Look-there was a time when JLA was my savior, the best writer in the world, and she could do no wrong. It's no secret her male leads are addictive and utterly loyal to their ladies. In fact, I had never fallen so hard for a male before-at the time-as I did for Daemon, followed by Aiden. He was what I held my books to for the highest standard of peril and book boyfriend material, and it stayed that way for YEARS.
And let the record show I tried-I tried-for multiple new releases of hers to fall back in love with her repetitive catch phrases (Ex: Holy alien babies!), formulaic writing, nicknames used every two seconds on each and every page, and lack of being able to wrap a story up the way I feel it deserves. I had high hopes for this one after two of my best friends begged me to read it, to give Hawke a chance...
And Hawke WAS worth the read-but that's about it. And even he had his repetitive nickname JLA trope on point-You truly are a murderous little creature. I'm sorry but...cute at first, annoying the 50th(?) time. And what's with the ... every other paragraph. I CAN'T. Oh, and we all know Poppy is stabby. Stabby Poppy. Don't get all stabby on me! Like.....come on now. Please. Please I beg of you, Jennifer-tone it the fuckdown. Her books would just be so so so sooo good if she'd chill out on her repetitive phrasing. But, as it is, if you like English at all this should all just drive you insane. And-also-the big reveal was....so so obvious. But clearly I'm in the minority here, and clearly she's doing something right for most people.
Lastly-the triggers. Look, I'm a fluffy marshmallow now-I know. BUT-that being said-if babies being taken from their families and such bothers you, perhaps stay away from this? Because it's just a whole hell of a lot of family drama and it really really took me out of the story. Which actually isn't why this is rated low-it is just a personal thing and I wanted people to know.
Despite all this- There were some epic parts that really intrigued me and urged me to try book two (that barn scene, though. That chase scene. The hotel. Yeah, there was a LOT here to unpack, I loved these)...And though I didn't care much more for the second, I still think it's an okay series, just not likely to become a quick favorite of mine seeing as JLA really hasn't changed much. Oh well....more
Lehabah drifted to her little couch. “Athie would talk to me about it.” “Athie is a slave with little left to lose.” “Don’t
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Lehabah drifted to her little couch. “Athie would talk to me about it.” “Athie is a slave with little left to lose.” “Don’t say such things, BB,” Lehabah hissed. “There is always something left to lose.”
I’ll admit it: I’m a total snob when it comes to Sarah J. Maas. That’s not to say I haven’t tried many times to immerse myself into her work. Newsflash: I have. It’s just hard for me, as the type of reader I am-deep down in my soul-to follow a lead who goes through not one, not two, but multiple romantic inquisitions. I’m sorry if some find this offensive (I don’t care, though), but not everyone enjoys getting their heart invested and then abruptly being flung onto a different flame where we are supposed to, again, invest our heart. Then…sometimes…have it torn out again.
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I just am not that person, and I can’t/won’t/never will be. I like to have 1-2 love interests, up front (if it’s going to be a triangle), so all the cards are on the table for me to observe and to decide, on my own, who I like and who I want to root for. All these curveballs Maas throws? They just aren’t. My. Style.
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Saying all this, of course, indicates I keep trying. The truth is, I swore this author off after the whole Tamlin/Rhys scenario. And have you SEEN the bloodshed over ships for this fandom? No thanks. I get my heart too into it, I become too Ride or Die, and my feelings get hurt, because people can say the meanest things… and they sting. Why bother? Well. Arielle seems to bother. Arielle bothered me a whole Hell of a lot.
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Alas, here we are. My heart, as you can see, is wholly invested (again), two copies are on the way-one a special edition-andddd….I have a lot of trust, but, also, people are already worried if she’ll throw another male love interest in. Me? I am inclined to trust my Maas superfriend who has rarely (see: rarely. But she has led me astray before) taken me down a destructive path. And, truthfully, I know people like to speculate. Sure, why not. For one series, I was cracking up at the speculation after book one, cackling to myself about the idiots wanting the ‘bad guy’ to be the endgame love interest (effing really? Why?) And then I read book two…and I was the idiot. Never again. I will never be that fool again because it made me CRAZY. Also? That series can burn a fiery death and that author (who was manipulative as F*** on character development for the furtherment of her popularity among fans) is on my permanent do not read list. For-Ever.
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She doesn’t even exist to me. Who? Jen, do you remember who that was?
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Ha. Didn’t think so. We don’t know her.
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But I digress. MY POINT WAS-Just because the fans’ hopes for certain love interests seem stupid at best, I’ve been taken on a stupider ride before. The thing is, though-I really really….trust this one. I have high hopes for it. Because the moment I met Hunt Athalar? I was done. Dead. I died. And I really haven’t stopped reading it since I started. I’m somewhere on my second immediate re-read, and I feel no less warm and fuzzy every single time he or Bryce are on the page. Or, better yet, when they are on the page together, bantering, supporting, fighting for one another.
(my personal favorite, period-)
Bryce whirled to face the elevator, that ponytail nearly whipping him in the face. “Watch that thing,” Hunt snapped as the elevator finally emptied and they walked in. “You’ll take my eye out.”
“Sorry to disappoint.” Hunt’s turn to lift a brow. “What do you think I do with my spare time?” “I don’t know. I assumed you cursed at the stars and brooded and plotted revenge on all your enemies.”
“This isn’t some crime-scene investigative drama, Quinlan. It’s not that easy.” “No one likes a condescending asshole, Athalar.”
Hunt followed a step behind. Still shirtless. “The soap is right there,” she said, pointing to the stack directly at his eye level. “And yet you took down a box from the highest shelf?” She could have sworn color stained his cheeks. “I saw purple glitter.” She blinked at him. “You thought it was a sex toy, didn’t you?” He said nothing.
And I think that’s the part that always bummed me out. Here was this author that had EVERYTHING I love in books: VERY likable female lead (well, okay, just Bryce…I didn’t like Feyre OR Aelin (Or whatever her name was??), personally), a guy that was new and interesting and I haven’t gotten to read about in a while because they’re always written poorly (See: Angel), a tense enemies to lovers (though I thought it was a bit light on the enemies tagline), a friendship between the leads that leads to mindblowing…er…chemistry, and, the belle of the ball-PERIL. I. Love. PERIL. And romantic peril at that? SIGN ME UP. Though, as I said, I could never read these books, because I couldn’t stand how many men this woman always wrote into existence. And then Arielle said-I think you’re wrong to not read this one. Angels. Enemies to lovers. Bryce. Hunt. DO IT. So, because it’s my girl I love more than anything in this world…I did.
She bit into the croissant. “Isn’t it exhausting to be an alphahole all the time? Do you guys have a handbook for it? Maybe secret support groups?” “An alpha-what?” “Alphahole. Possessive and aggressive.” She waved a hand at his bare torso. “You know—you males who rip your shirt off at the slightest provocation, who know how to kill people in twenty different ways, who have females falling over themselves to be with you; and when you finally bang one, you go full-on mating-frenzy with her, refusing to let another male look at or talk to her, deciding what and when she needs to eat, what she should wear, when she sees her friends—” “What the fuck are you talking about?”
And, though I don’t know what the end result will be, I’m hooked. Despite my reservations and fragile heart, I’m hooked. And here it all comes down to this: This story was a trailblazer, a shooting star, and an absolute fucking delight. Bryce is someone I met and fell in love with almost immediately. Her loyalty. Her devotion. Her humanness. The mistakes and the fragility and the FIERCENESS. She is a girl I’d want to hang out with, and she is a girl that is fun to follow. And the way she holds someone accountable, but has the ability to look at the situation as someone else might have saw it, to work through that and forgive-to give all of herself? I love her. Absolutely adore her and am trash for her. And her relationship with Hunt? Amazing.
Bryce breathed, “If we summon a kristallos—” “We don’t take that risk,” Hunt snarled. “We’ll figure out how to get the venom another way.” “I can handle myself—” “I can’t fucking handle myself, Quinlan. Not if you might be in danger.”
The complex layers that formed an alliance, then friendship, then love and trust...they captured my heart and made it hard to breathe. The subtlety of how deeply they felt for one another….it’s nothing short of a masterpiece. There’s a moment of emotional devastation that’s unparalleled to anything I’ve read in recent history, and it made my heart go crazy almost as much as actual strenuous and action sequences did/do. I can’t say what it is but…Hunt’s pain, his heartache, the dull ache of what could/is/will/can’t be, in a catastrophic and mind-numbing display of absolute torture-unreal. I LOVED IT. Though, I am a sick individual.
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On that front: Man. The destruction in this book. The freaking….catastrophe of pain and hurt and world ending. Wow. I was trash for it. And let’s not belittle how she might have *mentioned* children but never said any die? Bravo because that shit is not cute and it does NOT add anything here. Merely mentioning they were running, etc.? Okay, I can deal. And I freaking APPRECIATE AND SEE YOU, MAAS. That’s not to say more isn’t coming, but, I was happy here. And the animal? (view spoiler)[THANK YOU FOR CREATING AN EPIC EPIC EPIIICCCC MOMENT WITHOUT SACRIFICING A PET. You proved just how unnecessary all that bullshit is because look how epic it was anyway. I might forgive you yet. (hide spoiler)] This is the type of writing I missed, that I have such a hard time finding. Not many authors *go there* for me. To that super dark moment that most people hate when one of the heroes gets hurt beyond comprehension but doesn’t give up, won't leave someone behind, won't stop fighting even though they have nothing left, etc. And I KNOW this is something she has always done but, alas, as I don’t read her books because *reasons* I miss out. And I’m okay with that, but now that I have found a book I truly am obsessed with…I hope she doesn’t screw the pooch. Lol. Literally.
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Does she have the best writing style, adjectives, adverbs, names of characters, cheese level? No. Not all of it is my style. I don’t necessarily love the way she writes…but more what she writes. I can deal with her writing because she can lead me places not many authors can, and for that we are equals and I can hope and pray she keeps things going as they seem to be going *ahem* HUNT.
Speaking of the handsome devil [angel], I just…I love him? He was funny, sarcastic, witty, loyal AF, dedicated, and never once forgot his first love, but knew he was falling in love all the same. It was honestly beautiful to watch, and he is-quite frankly-Bryce’s equal. He would do anything for her. Anything; Just as she would for him. I am obsessed with that-how rare is it that not one, but two are self-sacrificing in a relationship. Both as friends and more. The way they risk their safety time and again to defend and honor one another, it’s groundbreaking to me and, in turn, cracked the tough exterior covering my heart where this author is concerned. The way he longed to be her friend, saw how loyal she was and just ached and yearned to have a friend like that-I might have become a ridiculous pile of goo. And the way he felt honored when they DID become friends, beaming with pride. It obliterated my crusty exterior, seriously.
“No, no, and no,” Bryce cut her off. “Jesiba is having me do a classified job, and Hunt was assigned to protect me.” “Is being shirtless in your house part of that assignment?” "You know how these Vanir males are. They live to show off their muscles.” Hunt rolled his eyes as Juniper laughed. "I’m shocked you’re even letting him stay here, B.” “I didn’t really have a choice.” “Hmmm.” A thump of bare feet on the ground. “You know he’s listening, right? His feathers are probably so puffed up he won’t be able to fit through the door.”
And the steam level? I LOVE IT. Just that slow build, the relationship building felt so REAL, so palpable, which made it all the more addicting. And the way she leaves us yearning for more? I cannot. Literally. Not over the top (yet) and just enough to suck you in and hook you…I was a fan of what she did here and I am shocked there wasn’t more. And, honestly, pleasantly surprised.
It sucked. This stupid fucking world they lived in. It sucked, and it was full of awful people. And the good ones always paid for it.
And, finally (I think), the way betrayal was explored. That trust you put in friends. In your family. In the horrible little world you put yourself in…Maas excelled here. Both in fun shock (to me), and the ultimate betrayal of long-time friends. Of not knowing the truth and being spoon-fed lies but still persevering, seeking the light of truth that will help you get past your hurt. And then, ultimately, just deciding that, no matter the circumstance or consequences, you don’t care. All the people surrounding you who hurt you-some out of love, others just because- they love you and care for you and you love them and care for them. So damn it all and move on. This is the most important reason I love Bryce-and why she is so relatable to me.
Ruhn said to her, “I asked you to come. Not him.” Bryce linked her arm through Athalar’s, the portrait they painted laughable: Bryce in her fancy work dress and heels, the angel in his black battle-suit. “We’re joined at the hip now, unfortunately for you. Best, best friends.” “The best,” Hunt echoed, his grin unfading.
I am not lying when I say that I could go on for days about everything to do with this book. Do I like paranormal normally, with shifters and animals and worlds mixed in all this? No. I hate them actually. And that’s the reason when, in September when this first came out, I started it and one page in I was like, yeah, no, peace out, when it began talking about a wolf friend. But, again, at Arielle’s urging, I tried it again and couldn’t be happier I did. This world, these characters, the utter FIGHT they have in them…it’s mesmerizing, and I found my perilous effed up world I have so been craving. Thank you to my friends for making me read something I never thought I’d like. And a big [preemptive] thanks to Maas for finally getting to the effing point and choosing a ‘worthy’ flawed dude that stole most of our hearts right off the bat. I cannot wait until the next book comes out. I am so excited, so ready, and am elated I get to read it together with some of my best friends.
**Yeah…I think I finished this a month after it came out, but it got lost in my ‘completed reviews’ section. Oops.**
**Also, I’m too lazy and too pregn**Yeah…I think I finished this a month after it came out, but it got lost in my ‘completed reviews’ section. Oops.**
**Also, I’m too lazy and too pregnant to type out quotes or look up gifs (atm). I have failed my darling characters in their final journey**
It’s always with a heavy heart I finish a series-for both good and bad reasons. It’s either the end of one of my favorite series and I’m loathe to part with it, or it’s a failure-like most. But, for once, I’m happy to say this trilogy ended on an astoundingly high note and was actually a pretty consistently strong series.
Three years ago I had no idea that a book I loved so much would actually have a worthy trilogy to stand behind-we all know how that goes. We fall hard for a book that is the beginning of a series, then we either deal with or connect to the second, not knowing what’s to come, then we have to read that final book that almost NEVER wraps things up correctly or fails on so many levels you write if off and consider the first book a standalone and forget the other two (or three or four, depending on the size of the series) ever existed. I do that a lot, you know? Being as picky as I am. It happened recently, actually-did I mention that The Red Queen series is actually a duology? No? Well, it is-and man was that duology epic!!! What other two books??? Those pieces of crap *Cue rage and anger*?
ANYWAY. I digress. Arcus stole my heart immediately, when I was sent a copy of this in the mail. Nothing could harness the raging inferno of my BBF loving soul, because the enemies to lovers trope was done so beautifully, so wonderfully, I couldn’t find a flaw for miles. I loved Ruby. I adored Arcus. And the peril just made my masochistic little heart soar. I’ll admit that, while I loved the Arcus moments in book two more than is acceptable for my health, I didn’t care much for the second book-I thought Ruby was rash (a typical YA heroine, if I’m being honest), and the way she shit on Arcus was not okay with me-at all. I’ll admit I rage-skimmed a bit. But all is well that ends well, and I gave the third book the benefit of the doubt, letting IT decide if it was worth calling this a successful trilogy or not.
I now think it’s safe to say this was a winner and it totally rounded out the series, for me, and I now can call this one of my favorite series ever. Yeah, people called it cliché….but is it cliché if the author makes it unique, heart-wrenching, and soul-shattering? I don’t think so-but I’ve always said that if a story has characters that steal my heart and make me happy, then I’m happy. I may be snooty about a lot of bookish things, but I don’t believe in calling books cliché, overdone, or overused in certain tropes. Every author deserves to try their hand at a tried and true story-line (seeing as there area bajillion?), it’s what they choose to do with it and how they write it that matters.
So, here we are-Arcus is possessive, protective, jelly, and all-around the most perfect and adoring king. Ruby is….dealing with some things-the result of book two, if you will. She came off as a total a-hole, to be honest, and it was hard to take, at times. It truly isn’t her fault, but my God did my heart break on multiple occasions for Arcus. It was almost unbearable, in some moments. And, okay, it was super heavy-handed on the romance in this one but-look at it this way-in book one they were enemies most of the book, I guess, and in book two there is that second book trope where they aren’t in the same place for some time, and now we finally get to see them together andddd…I’m sorry-I loved every minute of their adorableness together. Even though Ruby did her best to ruin every moment. Sigh.
And, I think it’s worth mentioning here that I actually thought that the author did a great job of tying up loose ends and making it all seem….dare I say it? Authentic. I didn’t feel like it was rushed. I didn’t love all the info we had to take in, but it was necessary and it truly felt like she put her heart and soul into making this a seamless ending, and I think it worked. Yeah, there’s always an air (heir?? I don’t know) of unbelievability, but, okay, without that air of unbelievability? I’d have crushed this author under my shoe and buried these books in the darkest part of the forest. Not a joke.
About that-MY HEART. MY FRIKKIN’ HEART. I sobbed for two hours straight, making it so difficult to finish, hoping and praying and wishing and….oh yeah. I was a blubbering mess. I always say I love a good romantic peril-especially one that yields such strong emotions that they make me cry-and I was a goner for this book. I can’t say, obviously, what it was but…yeah. This one ripped my heart to shreds. Ouch.
I’m sad to say that after years of pining for Arcus it’s all over, but that is sadly the case here. Good. Bad. Ugly. Beautiful. It doesn’t matter-it’s all over…and my heart is still lying in pieces all over the floor. So, I hope if you were waiting for the final book to come out to make your decision, you can now rest assured that I give this my stamp of approval (if that means anything to you) and I hope you will meet my darling, scarred, and overprotective Arcus-he is as icy as stone…but he has a vulnerable heart, so please don’t break it. Sigh.
I want nothing more than to stay in this moment, my hand in his. But that’s an impossibility. A weakness. I am a monster, and he’s a human. I
I want nothing more than to stay in this moment, my hand in his. But that’s an impossibility. A weakness. I am a monster, and he’s a human. I want his heart, and I want his other heart. His affection, his blood. I want it all. But if I take one, I can’t have the other.
Ahhh what a conundrum. This book was just…silly. I’m sorry, but a story that obviously was in capable hands of being well-written (it was, but it wasn’t) was so repetitive and confused in it’s tone that I couldn’t fall head over heels for it-even though it contained everything I love in a fantasy.
Was this a fantasy, though? I guess it was…It just felt more paranormal to me, and I am NOT a fan of paranormal-at least, not anymore. There’s just something so tacky, to me, about it. But, I don’t want to start off on the negative-let’s talk about what worked here. For one, Prince Lucien. He was, in full truth, the reason I pushed (And I do mean, pushed) through to the end and didn’t DNF. And I, like, never DNF a book.
He just had some of the most tortuous moments, the most endearing personality, even though I think he fell too quick and too easily, in my opinion. I mean, he starts off so guarded and then begins flirting with her awfully easy. But that’s neither here nor there, because he was literally the shining light of this identity crisis of a book. I’ll admit that I was drawn in by the perilous edge to it all, but it fell short in tone and what it was trying to be.
Right here, right now, even if it hurts—I can pretend to be perfect, human, free. Whole.
One minute they are all bantering and laughing and joking with JLA type conversations, then the next, someone is dead or being killed. It’s just so effing weird. And I know this happens in real life but-like-what? She and he would be dancing, then there’s a stampede, a little girl is being trampled, and her eye being torn from its socket. Again-what?
They can belittle me, they can mock me, they can tear me apart. But they can’t kill me. Only my own mistakes can do that. Only I can do that.
One minute the prince doesn’t trust her-yet his bodyguard sure seems to like her???-and then he meets her in the streets and they are buddy buddy because of a hidden secret. But, again, I implore-how could a crown prince, after years of these types of marriage hand-offs, be so easily fooled by a pretty face, someone trying to kill him?
It was so easy a week ago. But now he has a face. Now he has a story. Now he stands here, looking at me as if I’m the greatest mystery in the world, his eyes both sad and hungry—starving for something he’s never known the name of. Challenge. An equal. A friend. He’s starving for it all. Starving for me.
And yes, I’ll admit it, the end was pretty good-but also it made me laugh. And it made me mad, the things she said to him, even though it was legit and I normally love it. It made me flinch and, frankly, hate her a little, in that moment. I just-he was my favorite person in this story and for him to be hurt in any way-it stings and it really rubbed me the wrong way- even though, again, I eat that up normally.
I suppose the biggest problem with this story, for me, stems from her monster. I think it literally killed this book. She’ll be falling for the prince (duh) and then it’s like KILL HIM RIP HIS FLESH FROM HIS BONES and it just does. Not. Fit. It’s on every other page. And how many times does she have to reiterate:
But I am a heartless, and this is my job. But soon, he will be dead by my hand He doesn’t know it’s his last night I am a monster He doesn’t understand the monster lurking beneath
And so on and so forth and what have you. Legit-You hear this All. The. Time. And it makes me so sad because subtlety would have made this so beyond epic I wouldn’t be able to stand it. If she had reiterated less. If the Prince wouldn’t have fallen so easy (though, it wasn’t insta-love in any fashion). If her monster would have (I’m sorry, I swore not to cuss anymore in reviews but) STFU. Do you understand how chilling it could have been if the monster appeared every once in a while, just creepily lurking under the surface, us all knowing it’s laying in wait? And if she would have-maybe-mentioned twice that she had a job to do instead of every other page? This book would have truly been excellent-well, aside from the identity crisis. But, honestly, getting rid of the monster inside her would have cleaned up the silliness a bit.
I don’t know. I really don’t. The villain was actually great-very evil, indeed. Though, I’ll say this, too (view spoiler)[ he [the villian] murmurs, at some point, that she’s not afraid to die because she stands in front of some citizens and all of a sudden he knows she’s heartless (hide spoiler)]???? I’m sorry-LOTS of people would do this and it’s silly that that struck a chord in him-It’s called having a heart, buddy. Oh. Wait. Lmao. Whatever. Pun not intended but it’s well-received, I think.
I am no flower to be ravaged at your whim, angry wolf—I am your hunter, bow cocked and ready. I am a Heartless, one of the creatures your people fled from in terror thirty years ago. I let the smallest, hungriest smirk of mine loose on him. If you were smart, you’d start running, too.
Every other character was so overly dramatized that it became unbelievable and comical. I liked the guard, and he was good intended comic relief, but too trusting in my opinion. Prince Lucien was the best character overall, but I feel like he deserved to be a part of literally any other book in the world because this one was kind of a stinker, our main character annoyed the crap out of me ( I really liked her sometimes, but joke joke joke joke joke and they started to become reminiscent of my all time least favorite- Oh holy alien babies), and the girl that helps them? My LORD she is so overly dramatic I wanted to punch her every time she entered the book.
So, all in all this wasn’t a win for me. I had just gotten surgery and I felt tired ALL THE TIME, especially when I picked this up. Which could be a side effect but…how in the world did I finish Outlander all bright-eyed and bushy tailed? Seems fishy, to me. And it just had so much potential…wasted. And yet..I gave it a 3. Welp…2 would really suffice BUT… that end was JUST good enough to rope me in (DAMN YOU, PERIL I AM A SLAVE TO THEE) besides that twist that was predictable and eyeroll worthy and Prince Lucien deserves my support. Ha-whadya guna do??
Even though the press constantly compares us and pits us against each other, the hostility has never been open . . . until now. Until her.
Even though the press constantly compares us and pits us against each other, the hostility has never been open . . . until now. Until her.
Baa baa black sheep...have I any cares?? Apparently not. Because in a sea of 5 stars, I’m a tiny ripple, a single wave, that couldn’t be bothered to fall head over heels in love. I wanted to, I really did, but things just kept getting in the way-like the trope that flipped this whole book on its axis and, inevitably, soured my mood and made me twice as judgmental as I would have been with this story.
The beginning of this book was everything book dreams are made of. I was OBSESSED on page one. Hooked. The sparks flew and sparkles shimmered over every surface of this story’s perfectly polished veneer. But that’s just what this was-a front. Because what I was reading was way too sweet, too fun, too...perfect...to last.
During the day, when things are brightest, we don’t see the stars, but they are there. It’s only in the contrast of night, when things are darkest, that the stars shine.
I could easily say I skimmed over the synopsis and didn’t quite *get* what the story was about, but that would be a lie. I read it and I loved it. I read my friends’ reviews and loved them, too. One thing that WAS off putting, however, was the cover. Holy ugly cover of ALL the ugliest covers-thy name is Hoops. I promised myself, when this started exploding on my bookstagram feed, I wouldn’t read it because of that hideous cover just on principle. Lied there, didn’t I? See what happens when you don’t trust your gut? When you don’t follow your morals? Your guidelines?? Sigh.
What I figured would be fun drama turned out to be a soap opera. A total dramatic monologue that would give daytime television a run for its money. Telemundo vibes come to mind. But where some dramatic drama llamas make me EXTREMELY happy, this one, a lot of times, did not.
For one, there’s a certain trope I HATE that was a massive theme throughout the story. Yes, sometimes I love it. Yes, sometimes it’s precious. And yes, sometimes it melts my heart. But most of the time? It makes me so mad my eyes cross and I can’t see straight (especially at this stage in my life-it hasn’t made me more understanding-in fact, it makes me MORE judgey). Folks, this is one of those times.
To start, I didn’t care for how it was introduced nor how it was handled. It made me upset, and yes, it triggered some primal instinct within me. I saw red and I wanted to DNF right then and there. But...I really liked August. To me, he truly was worth pushing through to the end for. More on that later.
Secondly, the villain? I don’t know. I LOVE a good bad guy. Especially an ex. But, for one, it wasn’t made out to be this way in the synopsis. Hey, don’t look at me that way, it wasn’t. And I know I’ve already said it, but come ON, I feel BETRAYED. Anyway-back to business-I know it said something about the ex...but did it imply we’d get a cartoonish, hulkish, raging loser? I don’t think so. I really don’t. You don’t agree? Fine.
What about those parts-I know you’re gritting your teeth here-where you could LITERALLY substitute a smirk, an evil smile....for a friggin’ mustache twirl? That’s right, I said it-a lot of times this dude did something so evil, I could only picture some dude from a western or whatever where he’s stealing the girl away and tying her to a train, twisting his mustache, cackling away. Can you say dramatic? I’ll do it for you-DRAMAATIIIIIIIIIIC.
August and I didn’t see each other much until I moved to San Diego. What was it about me that struck him so powerfully? That made him think I might be the one after only a few encounters?
Thirdly-one meeting? Two? Three? Four? That’s enough to alter your entire life, career, mind? Nerp. Nerp a lerp. Keep your crap cuz I ain’t buyin’ it. That’s really all I’ll say here. It shaped the story pretty heavily as well and, while I believe a LOT of stuff and overlook a TON when things aren’t realistic, even my suspension for disbelief didn’t reach that high. Sorry.
I like to think of it as certain. Like when I’m in the zone, the game comes to me easily and I’m certain I’ll make every shot before the ball even leaves my hands—that’s how I feel about Iris. She’s a shot that hasn’t even left my hands, but I know will be nothing but net. I’m certain that if ever given the chance, it would be that way for us.
But where I didn’t like those things, there was plenty to love, too. Hey, I’m capable of being a reasonable girl!
August. Yeah, he made me gag some, what with the threesome bullshit-yeah, I’m all revved up on you now, buddy, I’m next in line! Said no one ever, especially not this chick. That definitely grossed me out, realistic though it may be. And, frankly, he even lost some brownie points for being a little unrealistically head over heels for her. Can you say #Stalker? More than once I squinted my eyes, made a sour face and tried to justify what was going on but...non persona grata. It didn’t work. Sappy is sappy and...I don’t know. It just did not work/make sense sometimes. BUT. But.
“If you were mine, Iris, there would be no doubt what position you’d hold in my life. You’d be center. I’d play you at the five.”
AUGUST. He was one addictive dude, she got me there. Really. I’m actually quite into him. He was 80% (what *blank look* I didn’t say I didn’t like the drama!!!! Just not mustache twirling level drama-judge much?!) of the reason my claws were hooked into their story.
August was loyal (hmm after a certain point, I guess we’ll say (I’m sorry, being ‘into’ a girl and ‘thinking’ of her while two other whores (sorry not sorry) bang you isn’t sigh inducing. In fact, I gagged in these moments. Aw but he’s so swee-SHUT IT. These are psycho-slasher inducing moments)), attentive, kind, sweet, and heartthrob inducing. I really loved the progression of their relationship and the moments they shared-they were off the pages hot-and the moments they shouldn’t have been sharing. But, to be fair, some of those were my most favorite.
The look he gives me alternates between affection and indulgence. “You can be on my team.” “Oh.” I lob a smile up at him, much too close to flirting. “And what position will I play on your team?” His smile melts a little around the edges, and his eyes lose some of their humor. “At the five-spot,” he says softly.
Okay, SUE ME. This is where the drama escalated the story, for me. Once that horrendous trope kind of evened out, the story got back to what I had expected from this book-well, wait, I didn’t know WHAT to expect, apparently, because none of my friends really made this book sound this long or this heavy handed-to a certain extent.
I LIKE when two guys want the same girl-it makes me a very happy Chelsea. However, this was more a case of psycho vs sexy so...yeah. Whatever. I still liked it-judge away. It made August shine. He was her knight in shining armor-except he had no idea why he needed to be. Still-I loved it. I devoured those moments. They were my favorite. I have been known to like the perilistic-hero-saves/protects-heroin stories-in fact, without all the bull, this would have easily been a top favorite. But alas, too much happened to make this a 5 star win for me.
And then he looks up, and our eyes hold. I’d love to pretend this is casual. Friends with a dash of attraction. Slightly forbidden, but mostly harmless. There’s an undeniable truth, though, when my eyes connect with his. When our eyes meet, it isn’t casual. He and I together are mayhem. When he looks at me, I can’t pretend otherwise.
His passages melted my heart and made me squee. I think I highlighted almost everything he said (Shh. You get it). And just, ugh, to touch base one more time-the beginning. WHY. WHYYY. You were so perfect. Ugh. I just loved this scene so much!! So cute! And even the game after-so. Dang. CUTE. Anyway, so many other things happened I liked...but the recurring theme was old August. Just...adorbs.
“We made a memory on the hood of my car,” she says, her eyes wide and pleased. “See? It’s not so bad.” My smile drops, and I shake my head. “No, babe. This car’s still a piece of shit.”
So, in the end, this book did do something-it made me want to read it. I DID think about i—ceaselessly. When I wasn’t reading it I did, sometimes, wonder when I could pick it back up again. And, frankly, the fact that I even wrote a review this long says it all-if I didn’t care about it, my review would be short and sweet-see, I just finished Tangled (can’t you tell by the way I’m talking hahaha) and, while it had a guy I adored, too-that review took 5 minutes tops. Not enough depth and not enough soul-for this, I can at least say the heart was there-in spades. And I understand the author wrote this as more than a love story-and I get it-she wanted it to be a voice to young women out there who don’t feel like they have a chance, a way, a reason...and I loved that-I did. I just hate fake drama for the sake of fake drama and...this, unfortunately, happened quite a bit. And not the kind I believe. But, overall, I truly did like this story-I just couldn’t love love love it. Which breaks my heart.
Sixteen clicks. Eight seconds. That’s how long it took me to realize I’d been in love with her for four years. I hated this book. Eight, life-changing sSixteen clicks. Eight seconds. That’s how long it took me to realize I’d been in love with her for four years. I hated this book. Eight, life-changing seconds. It’s also the exact length of time it took to lose her. me as a potential fan of this author.
Yet I sat through the entirety of this novel and endured this piece of shit. What does that say about me?