I’m going to start of by saying that everything Neil Gaiman writes is madness and I love it. But with this book… I was so confused. But I loved it. But I wasn’t sure what was happening? I was scared at some points. This isn’t exactly a horror, but I wouldn’t say that it isn’t one either. It’s about magic and monsters and childhood and nightmares and it hurt my heart in an oddly nostalgic way. The first and final chapters show the narrator as an adult, and everything in between is him looking back on an event from his childhood, so it’s hard to decide whether this is a book for children or adults. I saw someone in another review recommend it for people who’ve started forgetting what it was like to be a kid, and I think that’s perfect.
Hazel Hayes is someone I’ve followed online for years and is someone who I love and support with my entire heart. She’s an experienced and incredibly gifted storyteller. When she announced she was publishing a book, I thought I’d buy it so show some support, probably read a few pages, then move on. But I bought it, read a few pages, then suddenly it was many hours later and I was a chapter from the end with it clutched against my chest and a few tears on my cheeks.
I’ve been anticipating this book since I first finished reading ‘Carry On’ years ago, and I’ve been so anxious about reading it since I got a copy that I’ve been trying to delay the inevitable. Then I gave in and read it. This is exactly what I wanted and more from a sequel about the aftermath of being the Chosen One.
I was given an eARC copy from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
This book is a collection of prose and poetry, titled after the age at which Campbell wrote it, and it’s the first of her collections that I’ve read. Given her age, the writing is done well. However, for me, it lacked the emotion that I rely on when it comes to enjoying poetry. Most of the subject matter didn’t appeal to me: I’m not overly interested in poems centred around love and heartache, but I do like nostalgia and life lessons, and these are the ones that stood out to me in this book.
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]”