I knew it was coming from the first novella, but I was still completely unprepared for what happened. This novella was too much for me to take. It was so painful and heartbreaking and brutal and even if I knew that the ending was not that bad, I still shocked when I was on the last page.
This is the most emotional novella so far, emotional to the point where I couldn’t think straight and I was turning the pages so quickly to see what would happen next. I felt sad, thrilled, excited, anxious, angry, swooning– everything. I’ve never felt these mixed emotions in a long while but in this novella, I experienced such a ride.
I’m writing my review a few months after I read this and just realised I haven’t read the second novella. Celaena’s aim in this story is to make her way into a vaguely Middle Eastern desert and get a letter of recommendation from the leader of the Silent Assassins. The Silent Assassins seem to borrow very heavy from George R. R. Martin’s Faceless Men, and it’s almost funny how closely this story arc mirrors Arya’s training under Jaqen H’ghar.
I wish I read the novellas before Throne of Glass or at least before I started reading the second book and then decided to abandon the series. They provide so much insight into Celaena’s character and basically fill in all the blanks that put me off the books.
I haven’t stopped thinking about ‘They Both Die at the End’ since I read it so another Silvera book was at the top of my TBR, and I was lucky enough to receive an eARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
After many months of my friend peer-pressuring me to read this and finally finding it in my local library, I finally read Throne of Glass.
This book started with an incredible premise: the most notorious assassin in the land is now a slave and is being offered to win back her freedom in a ‘to-the-death’ tournament (although this becomes ‘almost-to-the-death). For me, it went downhill from there. Continue reading “Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas [REVIEW]”
I received this book as an eARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
This book is a poetry and prose collection about selfcare, retelling Aphrodite’s empowering story through the past and present. I think this is the best poetry collection I’ve ever read. It’s a beautiful story about forgiveness, dealing with past trauma, and accepting yourself just the way you are. Continue reading “Aphrodite Made Me Do It by Trisha Mateer [REVIEW]”
There are so many books that I nearly didn’t read. There are so many stories to consume and we can’t get to them all, so some books will be passed over.
This blog was originally going to be a list of books that I decided not to read, but then I thought I’d end up feeling guilty and put all of them straight back onto my TBR. Instead, I’m going to list a bunch of books I tried to put down, but failed and read them anyway.
I will genuinely read anything.
The irony of being a book blogger and a book lover is that I spent a lot of time talking about reading and hoarding books, and spent very little time actually reading. My TBR has overflowed from one shelf onto another and will soon dominate an entire bookcase. I do feel guilty, but reading and writing and most things in life are just for fun, so I shouldn’t, right?
Anyway, I have a lot of books I want to read and a lot of books people are shocked I haven’t read, so I’m going to motivate myself to read them by doing this tag and telling you what they are.
We’re already halfway through the year and I’m somehow slightly ahead on my reading challenge, but my TBR pile has also doubled in size. I’ve rediscovered the joy of my local library – even though their selection is quite limited – and I’ve been picking up books that I’ve never seen before or would’ve never thought to pick up otherwise. In a few months, I’ll be in university and have unlimited access to their h u g e library, and my TBR will continue to grow and grow and grow.
Today, I’m doing the Mid Year Book Freak Out Tag, which is great because I’m currently looking at my reading challenge to remind myself what I’ve read, and I have no memory of reading any of them.