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In the beginning, there was nothing but mist and flames. At least, that's what the Edda claims. I've always been fascinated with Norse Mythology (and wi In the beginning, there was nothing but mist and flames. At least, that's what the Edda claims. I've always been fascinated with Norse Mythology (and with everything ancient in general). With its strong impact on Marvel's movies, metal music and J.R.R. Tolkien, the AllFather of high fantasy, references to the mighty Gods of Asgard, and the impending twilight thereof, are a part of daily life. Neil Gaiman did not invent a story from the start. He had the material, the facts, the descriptions ready. Yet Norse Mythology is the stellar proof of his tremendous talent and ingenuity, because like a new Odin, he instilled breath in myths existing for thousands of years, he commanded to life frost giants, demons, dwarves, elves, Æsir and Vanir alike, and crafted a marvelous collection of stories, ideal to read them in a cold winter's night, next to a grinding fire, holding a cup of warm content, while your mind travels in wild landscapes and flies in the form of a raven, spying the creation of the world and its destruction, only to be reborn again. For in Norse Mythology, it is obvious that rebirth always follows death. “Behind the depth, before the height One of the most astonishing things you realise while reading Norse Mythology, is that human minds work in a similar manner all over the world. You can't help but notice the similarities with other mythologies, the traditions of people who thrived miles away. Take the creation of the Nine Worlds for example: there was a flood, one created by Ymer's blood, that destroyed all life only to start it anew. You will notice the same pattern in Greek Mythology, with Deucalion and Pyrrha, in Genesis, with Noah's ark, and many other cultures, like the Aboriginal tribes and the Mayas. You will also discover the origins of the Middle Earth's creation, and the races inhabiting it, and you'll marvel at the parallels between Gjallerhorn, which will be blown by Heimdall at the end of all things to wake the Gods, and the Horn of Valere which will summon the Heroes to battle in Tarmon Gai'don, the Final Battle, in Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time. It's chilling, and strangely satisfying. Odin, Thor and Loki are the main dramatis personae, followed by Freyr and Freya, Baldr and Týr. Through Neil Gaiman's eyes, his witty narration infused with humour, subtle comments and foreboding, you witness Odin's quest for wisdom, and the price he had to pay to acquire it; you will find out how Loki made Sif go bald, and thus the greatest treasures came to the possesion of the Gods; you will follow a strange man's efforts to create the walls of Asgard, demanding to be paid with the sun, the moon and beautiful Freya. “Frøya You will shiver before the children of Loki, the serpent of Midgard, the lady of the realm of the Dead, and wolf Fenrir, the demise of the Gods. “I watched as he shouted You will laugh at Thor's disguise in order to take back Mjolnir, and taste the heavenly mead of Poetry and Widsom, which was made of blood; you'll visit the land of the giants alongside Thor and Loki and you'll be tricked by illusions; you'll search for the apples of Iðunn which grant eternal youth (apples of Hesperides anyone?) after the Gods lost them thanks to Loki; you'll see Freyr finding his missing part; you will steal the cauldron that brews the greatest beer; and you will mourn the death of the Sun. “Honour your brother's name, unarmed or blind You will find out how the first fishing net was created and why, and finally, you will freeze in the Coldest Winter, the prelude to the extinction of mankind, and the Twilight of the Gods. Ragnarök. “Ragnarök Neil Gaiman's pantheon is ruled by the same passions, desires and ambitions with the mortals. His Gods are naive and cruel, spontaneous and bloodthirsty; Thor is not particularly bright (nor as hot as Chris Hemsworth), and Loki is a spiteful creature, a puppeteer, a troublemaker and by the end, you'll crave his suffering. “Asgard's always been my home Norse Mythology may not be original in its content, but it is innovative and deeply inspiring in its prose, and the blessed talent of the hand that wrote it. It is a quick and relaxing read I highly recommend if you're searching for your next epic adventure! “Thor! Odin's son *Buddy read with Eliasdgian* Playlist (in order of lyrics' appearance) Midgard - Therion Frøya's Theme - Leave's Eyes Thor - Manowar Brother's Bane - Týr Ragnarök - Stormwarrior Deceiver of the Gods - Amon Amarth Twilight of the Thunder God - Sabaton (Amon Amarth cover) ...more |
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| “Welcome to Cessation, Serendipity Jones. The last place on the continent where you can do whatever the hell you want.” I didn't know Gunslinger G “Welcome to Cessation, Serendipity Jones. The last place on the continent where you can do whatever the hell you want.” I didn't know Gunslinger Girl existed before the day it arrived on my doorstep. I didn't know what to expect, only what the cover and the blurb suggested: an explosive blend of futuristic dystopia and Wild West laced with danger, conspiracies and intrigue. It is with great pleasure, ladies and gentlemen, to declare that Lyndsay Ely's debut stayed true to its promise! [image] “The sun has set, and the moon begins to rise. Now is the early black. Now is the time of magic and mysteries, of darkness and devilry. I welcome all of you, new friends and old, to the greatest show on the continent, to the theatre to end all theatre! Welcome to the Theatre Vespertine!” After a devastating Civil War that left the country in ruins, the Confederation of North America arose, trying to stabilize its rule using raw brutality against the Patriots and a mix of propaganda and strict rules towards its supporters. Serendipity 'Pity' Jones, in a desperate need to escape from her cruel father, fled from her commune taking with her only her mother's six-shooters. An unfortunate occurence led her to Cessation, the City of Evil, where no laws apply and the greatest show on Earth, Halcyon Singh's Theatre Vespertine, gives mesmerizing and deadly performances. Death here becomes a spectacle. Pity finds a home in this peculiar city, but living in Cessation, performing in the Theatre, has a terrible cost. Between ambitious politicians and cunning bounty hunters, Pity faces the dilemma whether Cessation is worth saving or it should be left to crumble. “Welcome, all of you, Serendipity Jones - deadliest shot in the west!” While you read Gunslinger Girl, you realise one thing: Theatre Vespertine is more than a show. It's a challenge to all sensations, a vibrant spectacle that feeds the masses and gives them blood to quell their thirst. But when the spectacle is over, when the curtains fall and the blood is mopped up, it doesn't mean that the performance is. For even a lawless and vile city that deals in political favors, secrets and desires, that offers lust, freedom and wild abandon, needs a semblance of order and authority, before the gangs take control or the victims of freedom start piling up. Lyndsay Ely's world is vivid and ferocious; she doesn't elaborate much on the world-building, and this is one of the rare occasions that it's fine by me because she manages to impart the essence, the danger of her world without fanfares and boring details, but her story is still engrossing, especially once you turn the first pages. In Cessation, and Pity's world in general, there is no black and white, bad guys versus good guys. All of them are morally grey, using any means necessary to achieve their goals and exploiting weaknesses of their enemies' and allies' alike to their own gain. In this parade of dubious, intriguing characters, of prostitutes and performers and artists and politicians, Pity Jones is the leading star. For the sake of honesty, I have to admit that I didn't feel connected to her character, but this detachment didn't prevent me from enjoying her story. Other characters, like Max and Selene and Beau provoked stronger reactions (whether good or bad you have to read Gunslinger Girl in order to understand), and they were colourful and a great addition to the plot. The combination of diverse characters, thick suspense, mind games, plots and action, revelries, debauchery resulted in a sinful ambience, and along with the sweet and slightly angsty romance they created a page-turner and a remarkable debut! Judging by the way this book ended, I'm fairly positive there will be a sequel, one I am looking forward to reading! Gunslinger Girl is an intense adventure, and I highly recommend it! *An early copy was generously provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review* Review also posted on BookNest! ...more |
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Chapter One: It's All History
Reading Blade & Rose was a bet. It popped up amongst Amazon's recommendations, and I instantly fell in love with the Chapter One: It's All History Reading Blade & Rose was a bet. It popped up amongst Amazon's recommendations, and I instantly fell in love with the cover. The blurb described a book I suspected I would enjoy, but none of my GR friends had read and reviewed it and that made me extremely cautious. After some inner pep talk and long hours staring at the cover (I think it is obvious by now that I am a shallow person, ruled by her primitive urges and succumbing to cover lust) I decided to give it a go, and - spoiler alert - I am glad to say I didn't regret it! Chapter Two: Welcome to Emauria The kingdom of Emauria is in turmoil. Rielle, a powerful Mage of a dubious reputation, is assigned against her will to escort a Paladin (a knight devoted to the Goddess Terra, sworn to protect the kingdom, the innocent and the weak) to his destination, while her heart aches to go to the capital and find her friend who won't return her letters. What Rielle doesn't know is that the capital has fallen. That mercenaries rampage the land. That there is a faction of mages preparing to stage a coup and restore their order to its former glory. That ancient rites are more than mere superstition. And that someone really wants to murder the handsome paladin. And herself. “The man who will ultimately stand at her side will be forged in fire. If you burn easily, don't even bother.” Chapter Three: Diamonds in the Rough While reading Blade & Rose, I couldn't shake the feeling that it's a diamond in the rough. Miranda Honfleur is an author of limitless potential, her writing being lush and captivating, her imagination and creativity outstanding, but the book definitely needed some polishing. First, there were unnecessary repetitions, sentences or even chapters ruminating the same thoughts, and that could get tedious. Second, the world she wove was fascinating, but it needed more explanations, a proper establishment, because it appeared as though we should know all these names and places and ranks. The land of Emauria had a rich history, and I would have liked more elaboration without my head exploding from the info-dump. And third, one of my biggest pet-peeves is insta-love. And the Jon/Rielle relationship was a serious case of insta-love and insta-lust. [image] Chapter Four: The Paradox At this point I'm sure you're questioning my 4 stars rating. Well, the thing is, all those issues were not grave enough to ruin the reading experience. Because, guys, it was delicious. Miranda Honfleur is extremely talented, you can tell it from her wonderful, eloquent descriptions, and all the effort she made to create a such an expanded and intricate world. The Mages, the Paladins, the ancient creatures, the noble houses, Miranda spread her wings wide and added so many aspects to her story, and she put them together in a way they fitted perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. The werewolf lore, the power games, the medieval setting, the scheming and politics, the intense and various battle sequences, the vital part of magic and of Rielle's past, they co-existed harmonically and captured your interest and attention with a strong, magical grip. [image] “Then give me memories to live in when the hurt comes.” In respect of the romantic element, I can tell that the relationship between Jon and Rielle was beautifully crafted. Of course the timeline bothered me, I'd preferred it if they took more time to bond, exchange I love yous and vows of eternal devotion, but the tenderness in their scenes was heartwarming, and the tension sizzling. They combined sensual and affectionate in a way that made my heart swell, I rooted for them, and cursed for all their impediments. But some impediments could be confusing. Chapter Five: The Brennan Effect Brennan is a riddle, he's the type of character you love to hate. He's vile, aggressive and doesn't take no for an answer. I wanted to throttle him countless times, yet I didn't want him to get hurt. Problably because if anyone has the right to kill him, that person is me (or Jon), but his presence spiced things up, and added a pinch of paranormal you usually meet in urban fantasy. Epilogue Maybe it's the Christmas Spirit that made me lenient, or the fact that I detected a raw talent in Miranda Honfleur that deserves to be explored, whatever the reason, I thoroughly enjoyed Blade & Rose, and I'll pick up the sequel soon! You can find this review and more on BookNest! ...more |
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It's Monday morning. You wake up early, determined to get to work on time. You leave behind your crappy apartment and your crazy roommates. You run to ca It's Monday morning. You wake up early, determined to get to work on time. You leave behind your crappy apartment and your crazy roommates. You run to catch the bus, but your high heels are killing you, so you miss the bus and you're forced to reach the metro station on foot, while the bypassing cars keep splashing you and your only trench coat with mud. Your feet are sore and your hair resembles a bird nest when you finally get in the train. It is so crowded, though, that you end up accidentally eating the breakfast of the incredulous woman next to you. In the end you get to work, and commence your boring tasks while you day-dream that one day they'll recognize your talent and promote you. And then she arrives. Demeter. Your boss. The woman who inspires you with her brilliant ideas, her glossy hair and designer clothes, the woman who can't even remember your name. But-wait, she asks you to join her in her office! This is it, you think and your chest is ready to explode. This is your chance. And so, you enter her office, nervous but overly excited, preparing your thank you speach, until the moment... she asks you to dye her hair. This is more or less Katie's life, presented by Sophie Kinsella in a hilarious and refreshing manner. Ambitious and devoted to her dreams, Katie left her family farm and her heavy accent in Somerset in order to pursuit her career in branding and promotion in her favorite city, London, but her life is not as glamorous as it appears on Instagram. And just when she thinks things will get better workwise, and she meets a funny and gorgeous guy who makes her toes curl, she gets fired. Disappointed she returns to Somerset and helps her father and stepmother organize and promote their farm as a glamping retreat. Amidst naming cows and greeting loud families, lo and behold! Demeter arrives. It's Katies opportunity to exact revenge on the witch, but something bothers her. Maybe Demeter is not the cold-hearted, cruel and ignorant demon everyone thinks she is. Maybe she has problems of her own. And maybe, her perfect life is not so perfect after all. My Not So Perfect Life is a delightful, adorable, uplifting read, a great company when you hate the world and/or your life and/or your face and you're on the verge of drowning in self-pity. Or when you look for a boost to make you forget your crappy day. Or simply when you need something fun. [image] There is a rare authenticity in the prose of Sophie Kinsella, a deep connection to your reality that makes you see yourself in Katie. She is such a relatable and wonderful character, you can feel, truly feel her inner battles, the way she is torn between two lives, and two sides of herself. The cool, classy London girl or the farmer's daughter. Kat or Katie. The girl with the perfect life and the girl with the not-so-perfect life. And you realize that the latter, the not-so-perfect part, is the one that fills you with contentment, a genuine euphoria you want to touch, cuddle, put in a box and preserve forever. Your face hurts from smiling, and your heart flutters like a bird every time Alex appears (the aforementioned funny and gorgeous guy whom - of course - I pictured as Henry Cavill because apparently my mind is not capable of conjuring another man's face) [image] The tension, the attraction and the connection between Alex and Katie is tangible, and makes you giddy-borderline-ridiculous. The romantic element, though, is not this book's main focus. Throughout the story, the myth of the so-called perfect life is demolished, and an unexpected friendship blossoms between two women who are not so different after all. Demeter has her flaws, but there is so much more to her character, and the way Katie starts warming up to her, and understands that the real thing, the imperfect thing, is the most worthy is the whole book's essence. “Every time you see someone's bright-and-shiny, remember: They have their own crappy truths too. Of course they do. And every time you see your own crappy truth and feel despair and think, 'Is this my life?', remember: It's not. Everyone's got a bright-and-shiny, even if it's hard to find sometimes.” A tale of love and friendship, My Not So Perfect Life is chick-lit at its finest! [image] My special thanks to my wonderful friend Aj and her inspiring review that motivated me to start this book! ...more |
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Ahoy, mates! Have you re-watched The Pirates of the Caribbean so many times you know every scene by heart? Have you ever wished you could wield a sword Ahoy, mates! Have you re-watched The Pirates of the Caribbean so many times you know every scene by heart? Have you ever wished you could wield a sword and battle sea-beasts, explore bright blue oceans and listen to the song of sirens? Are you fascinated by hidden treasures and pirate rivalries? And, most importantly, do you like your books uplifting, of the put-a-huge-grin-on-your-face variety? If you answered yes at least once, then lo and behold! You just found your new obsession! [image] “Oh, the ridiculous things one has to do when one is a pirate.” Oh, how perilous and peculiar is the life of a pirate! In order to retrieve an ancient map leading to the world's greatest treasure, hidden in the domain of the sirens, Alosa, the Daughter of the Pirate King, has to allow herself to be captured by her enemies and spend her days being interrogated, so that she can search their ship at night, seeking the piece of the map they possess. Oh, and throw fake escape attempts every now and then, just to make sure that no one suspects her ulterior motives. But there is a certain someone who suspects. A certain someone who happens to be the first mate, brother to the cruel captain and too handsome for his own good. Could it be heat, that curious thing that engulfs them every time they spar and insult each other? Or an act of the fine art of seduction? Whatever that is, Alosa is determined to get what she came for. After all, nobody lets down the Pirate King and lives to tell the tale. “Lass, you've the face of an angel but the tongue of a snake.” Daughter of the Pirate King is a superb debut, mates and lasses! It's a blend of swoony romance and merry adventure, wrapped up in sassiness and witty dialogues! Daughter of the Pirate King gives the definition to the word fun; you won't find intricate world-building to mesmerize you, or profound pearls of wisdom to make you ponder on the great enigma of life. Tricia Levenseller, though, works her own kind of magic; you set sail with a bunch of pirates (the vile and the cunning, the superstitious and the kindhearted) and dive into swordfights and treasure hunts, you are enchanted by sirens and fall in love with Riden and bow to Alosa's brilliant mind and her precious snarky attitude, and you savour the fun side of reading. It is simply unputdownable. [image] “I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want.”Alosa is a heroine you can't help but love. She is confident and stubborn, and her inner monologues are hilarious! While she can be cruel and vengeful, she also cares deeply, and Riden is the perfect match to her. He is torn between his loyalty to his (horrible) brother and the need to protect their red-haired prisoner, and you can't always tell which one prevails. His banters with Alosa are hilarious and their scenes toe-curling, filled with tension and heat. And swooning. The smile that makes your face hurt is a permanent effect, and you'll feel utter bliss that will stay with you even hours after you've finished this book and sacrificed cuttlefish to the Sea Gods praying to deliver the next instalment. If you want to experience this kind of euphoria, all you have to do is grab a copy of Daughter of the Pirate King, a bottle of rum and sing along Jack Sparrow [image] Review also posted on BookNest! ...more |
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Τι είναι άραγε ο Δράκος της Πρέσπας; Ταξιδιώτης του Χρόνου! Ο Αντίχριστος! Ο Εωσφόρος! Ο Προμηθέας! Ο ίδιος ο Θεός! Πλήθη δρακολόγων συρρέουν στις λασπω Τι είναι άραγε ο Δράκος της Πρέσπας; Ταξιδιώτης του Χρόνου! Ο Αντίχριστος! Ο Εωσφόρος! Ο Προμηθέας! Ο ίδιος ο Θεός! Πλήθη δρακολόγων συρρέουν στις λασπωμένες όχθες της Πρέσπας, για να συλλάβουν και να επιλύσουν το δρακολογικό αίνιγμα, αντλώντας έμπνευση από τον αποκρυφισμό, τον Όμηρο, την Αποκάλυψη, τις θετικές επιστήμες, έχοντας ως γνώμονα ένα μίγμα διαίσθησης, φαντασίας και πίστης. λυγκέας. λαοκόων. λέανδρος. Ιχνηλάτης. Διερμηνέας. Υπερασπιστής. Όλα τα ανεξήγητα φαινόμενα που συμβαίνουν στο φάσμα μόλις δύο ημερών περιστρέφονται γύρω από την πρώτη ομάδα δρακολόγων, η οποία ολοκληρώνεται με την 'άπιστη' λιράνα. Οι εντάσεις με τις γειτονικές χώρες που μοιράζονται τη λίμνη (και το Δράκο) έχουν κορυφωθεί, οι δρακολόγοι κάθε όχθης ακολουθούν διαφορετική προσέγγιση ως προς την έρευνα του μυστηρίου του Δράκου, και ενώ το κοινό τους πάθος θα έπρεπε να τους ενώνει, τους χωρίζουν μίλια ασυνεννοησίας και ανταγωνισμού• αναμένουν μόνο μία σπίθα για να παρασυρθούν στη δίνη του πολέμου. Η χώρα βρίσκεται στα πρόθυρα εξαθλίωσης και αναζητά λύσεις στο οικονομικό της αδιέξοδο μέσω της πλήρους υποταγής στην Παγκόσμια Τράπεζα Ανάπτυξης. Λάσπη, θύελλες και ξύλινα παραπήγματα στεγάζουν μία παραφωνία που προκαλεί τους δανειστές. Ένοχα μυστικά κινδυνεύουν να αποκαλυφθούν. Εγκλήματα που αποσιωπήθηκαν έρχονται στο φως, για να ταράξουν τις πεποιθήσεις των δρακολόγων και του κόσμου ολάκερου. Και στα νερά της λίμνης αναδεύει το θεριό, και ετοιμάζεται για το επόμενο θύμα του. Διαβάστε τη συνέχεια στο bookcity.gr ...more |
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| “Watching you become who you are has been the greatest privilege of my whole life, Sarah.” I'm not crying, there's something in my eye. [ima “Watching you become who you are has been the greatest privilege of my whole life, Sarah.” I'm not crying, there's something in my eye. [image] Leave it to Emma Chase to trigger your warm and fuzzy version in only a few pages. I love Henry and Sarah. And I love this series. Now give me Royally Endowed, please. *grabby hands* ...more |
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Who knew that genuine beauty can be found in midnight tales infused with a dash of twisted? “Bad fates do not always follow those who deserve them.”Who knew that genuine beauty can be found in midnight tales infused with a dash of twisted? “Bad fates do not always follow those who deserve them.” The Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic is a collection of tales inspired by folklore and beloved stories, such as The Little Mermaid, Hansel and Gretel and The Nutcracker, but they follow a different path. Through lush, marvelous illustrations and words that warm your heart only to tear it from your chest, between thorns drawing blood entwined with fragnant roses, Leigh Bardugo weaves six hauntingly beautiful and disturbing tales, that stir a wave of unease that you cannot quell. You think you know where the story goes, but the ending is always unconventional, and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth; they teach you that, perhaps, you got all the stories wrong. The heroine does not always ride into the sunset on the back of her one true love's steed. Her one true love may be cruel, greedy or manipulative, the ones meant to protect her those who inflict devastating pain, and fairy god-mothers do not save the day. While your hair curls from the steam rising out of the witch's pot, and your fingers grow sticky with the burnt sugar of the candies you savored, you delve into dangerous magic, you're outsmarted by pretty facades and deep down, you're greatful your grandmother did not narrate you those tales when you were only a child, craving adventure and romance, because she would have doomed you into a childhood deprived of sleep. But mind that with her deliciously creepy tales, Leigh Bardugo takes you back to Ravka, Fjerda and Kerch, to lands familiar yet peculiar, where you once experienced joy, heartbreak and love. You feel at home. [image] “This is the problem with making a thing forbidden. It does nothing but build an ache in the heart.” Ayama and the Thorn Wood follows a loud but neglected girl and her encounters with a terrible beast, while The Too-Clever Fox focuses on an ugly but cunning fox trying to outsmart a devious predator. The Witch of Duva is the story of young Nadya, who lives in a vilage near haunted woods, where girls go missing and an evil stepmother drives her to the witch's lair. In Little Knife a poor man tries to win the heart of the duke's beautiful daughter, who doesn't use his wits and courage to pass the trials set but the greedy duke, but calls to magic instead. Only magic has, as always, a price. The Soldier Prince narrates how the creations of a wicked clocksmith came to life and claimed their destiny, and my personal favorite, When Water Sang Fire, goes back in time, when mermaids took human form and sang tempests and storms. “When no one is looking at you, or whispering to you, who are you then?” A collection of six lavishly illustrated tales that blend folklore with wondrous creativity and a pinch of darkness, The Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic is the perfect read for cold weather and thirsty hearts in search of magic. Review also posted on BookNest! ...more |
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Recorded Interview August 6, 2017 Bald Knob, KY Police Department Katerina: Why am I here? Deputy Lloyd: Ur, I have no idea, ma'am, you were the one who i Recorded Interview August 6, 2017 Bald Knob, KY Police Department Katerina: Why am I here? Deputy Lloyd: Ur, I have no idea, ma'am, you were the one who initiated this interview. Katerina: I'm pretty sure you know the reason, though. Deputy Lloyd: Oh right, review purposes! Katerina: Good boy. Even though I'd have preferred Sheriff Leo Hudson, I keep picturing him as Chris Hemsworth in Thor, is it true that the resemblance is uncanny? Because if it is I wouldn't say no to a trip to Valhalla with him- Deputy Lloyd: He's not available right now. But he does look like Thor. Katerina: Is it true that his muscles are like tree trunks and his eyes the brightest blue of the sky and that- Deputy Lloyd: Ma'am, I believe you've been carried away. *A moment of hesitation* Deputy Lloyd: But it is true. Katerina: Why are the good ones always taken? Deputy Lloyd: ... Katerina: Anyway, how shall we proceed? Deputy Lloyd: Um, I suppose I could ask you some questions? Katerina: Shoot me! *Awkward silence* Katerina: You're not very good at this, are you? Deputy Lloyd: I beg your pardon? I conducted a murder investigation for Heaven's sake! Do you know that our Mayor was killed, and I had to interview a city full of crazy a$$holes who never mind their own business AND a freaking dog? Katerina: Language, Officer! Deputy Lloyd: Sorry ma'am. *Another awkward silence* Deputy Lloyd: So, let's start from the basics. Why did you read Jed Had to Die? Katerina: Well, some friends on Goodreads and the friends of those friends and then some random strangers raved about this book, and I was in the mood for a rom-com featuring a murder, so... Deputy Lloyd: From the smile on your face I take you enjoyed it? Katerina: Wow you're realy observant, Officer! Of course I did, It was fantabulous! Deputy Lloyd: Ma'am, please don't- Katerina: Awemusing! Deputy Lloyd: Ma'am- Katerina: Smeeeexy! Deputy Lloyd: You haven't tried homemade moonshine, have you? Katerina: Nah, just five cups of Liquid Crack! Deputy Lloyd: So you're a coffee addict, like our Payton? Katerina: Oh yes, that's why I loved her, besides her sarcasm and her inability to keep her mouth shut and her bad decisions. She understands coffee's sacrosanct nature and healing abilities and- Deputy Lloyd: Alright, alright, got it! What else did you like about Jed Had to Die? Katerina: The homey athmosphere! I felt like I was watching Hart of Dixie and, to be honest, Bald Knob reminded me of my hometown with its gossip and meddling! Deputy Lloyd: Wow, your town actually competes Bald Knob regarding the gossip and the meddling? Katerina: Yup! Once upon a time someone spread the rumor that my momma was dead and people called to offer their condolences! Deputy Lloyd: Are you serious? Katerina: Like a heart attack. *Third awkward silence* Deputy Lloyd: Um, do you think Jed really had to die? Katerina: Duh-uh, he deserved everything that happened to him, that twisted bastard! Deputy Lloyd: Ma'am, you do realise that if the book wasn't finished you'd be a suspect for the murder of Jed Jackson, correct? Katerina: But I'm not, and we all know that the person who did it was- Deputy Lloyd: No spoilers, ma'am! Katerina: Sorry, Officer. *Shuffling papers* Deputy Lloyd: Did you enjoy the romance? Katerina: Oh yeah, I loved every minute of it! Leo was such a caveman and a darling at the same time, and the fact that he had those feelings for Payton all those years made me all mushy and cry-baby! They were adorable and VERY hot, if you know what I mean... Deputy Lloyd: I'm so glad we're talking about my boss's sex life like some pervs. What about the rest of the characters? Katerina: The female friendships were wonderful, their banters had me cackling like a hen! And I must admit, Officer, your interviews were what made my day! Deputy Lloyd: At least someone took pleasure in my misery. Katerina: Oh stop being a drama-queen! You enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, EVERYONE enjoyed it! Jed Had to Die was definitely a feel-good novel, ideal for a beach read or a midnight read or an I-want-to-have-fun read! Deputy Lloyd: On behalf of the town of Bald Knob, I'd like to thank you for your kind words. Please, do visit us again! Katerina: No no no don't leave me yet, I don't want to go back to stupid reality, please- *Door closes* Katerina: Darn it! You can find this review and more on BookNest.eu! ...more |
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Savagely beautiful. [image] “If you were alive, you'd wish you had killed me.” Once upon a time, a human girl fought in a desperate battle, Savagely beautiful. [image] “If you were alive, you'd wish you had killed me.” Once upon a time, a human girl fought in a desperate battle, and she was sliced with a blade. She died, and then she came back. She clawed her way out of the grave, with no memories of her past and some abilities that burned her and begged to be unleashed. She could only catch a glimpse of her former self when she bathed in blood, when she harnessed her newfound powers. She was death. She was destruction. Her gift was chaos. But then started to remember, and the weight of her choices and her destiny brought her to her knees. Her world had fallen apart, and the only way to prevent its demise was to find a cruel, ageless being trapped in a realm of nightmares, where reality was fluid. With time running out, she set off a journey with her mother's murderer, a broken queen and a dark faery king. Her faery king. The king had many demons to fight, but he loved her so much he defied his own insticts, his own survival. Their story, though, was not meant to have a happy ending. There are some vows you cannot break. Some enemies you cannot defeat. And some sacrifices you cannot avoid, not when the future of your world is at stake. “As it begins in death, so shall it end in death, until the day a child of the Cailleach confronts their fate with a true lie on their lips and sacrifices that which they prize most: their heart.” For the sake of honesty, I have to admit that my rating is rather partial. If I were completely objective, I'd say that The Fallen Kingdom was probably the weakest instalment of the Falconer trilogy, a trilogy I cherished from the first moment. I'd say that I found the story a little underdeveloped, since we spent the majority of the book inside Aileana's head, her internal struggles between compassion and brutality, instead of witnessing mindblowing battles and visiting breathtaking landscapes; that the discovery of the Book of Remembrance and the conclusion of this arc were hasty; that I dreaded yet eagerly expected scenes with wicked Kadamach that would twist and break my soul, but in the end the only difference between Kiaran and Kadamach was the hunger for human blood, not immoraliry and depravity. But I am not objective. Are you still you? I found beauty in this book, in its hopelessness and the terrifying path towards doom and mayhem, in the ashen sky and the parched land. I was swept by the need to dress like a pirate and dance next to a pixie that got drunk in honey and a girl who accepted her ruthlessness yet loved passionately. I walked in the corridors of an empty, desolate palace, and my hands yearned to touch its king, to comfort him and trail the marks in his body that bound him to promises with a steep price. I felt my chest swell with the overpowering longing and the connection that pulsed like a living and breathing thing between the girl and the king. I muffled the sobs that made my body tremble, and tasted my salted tears when I knew that I wasn't wrong when I thought the king and the girl were indeed a retelling of Buffy/Angel. Let me go. The stolen moments between Kiaran and Aileana were sweet, sensual and heartbreaking at the same time. They knew they were on borrowed time, and I knew it, but I was helpless. I was a a tangle of emotions, of hunger and desire, soaked in despair, blinded by pain and kept wishing wishing wishing that in the end my heart would be intact. But it was not. It was a bloody and sticky thing that surprisingly kept beating. But Elizabeth May's talents are not limited to the creation of heroes that own every inch of you. She also gave a human dimension to the villains. She made you care for mortals and immortals all the same. She gave you a reprieve with the funny banters and the sarcastic retorts between her rare characters. And she made you whisper to her, even after the tragedies and death and darkness I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours. The Fallen Kingdom was not what I expected, but I loved it nonetheless. You can find this review and more over on BookNest.eu! ...more |
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She was polished and unattainable, with her designer clothes and bluntness and habit of wrecking her short-term boyfriends, until things happened. Until Luca Buchanan happened. She knew he would be her undoing, and she kept him at arm's length until the day came when he was the only one who could help her, and thus a complicated relationship shyly started to bloom, filled with fights and stubborness and some really mean dudes. And Lila was forced to face her fears once and for all, and decide whether her past would prevent her from living her future. With or without him. “Careful, Delilah. You play with fire, you're gonna get burned.” What is the greatest gift a rom-com could ever give you? - Funny and snarky characters that brighten your days and make your belly shake with laughter - Stories that combine action, suspense and romance that keep you glued to your seat until you finish one more chapter, even if it means forgetting to get off the bus in time and face the consequences of your actions (e.g. end up in a dystopian city with brain-eating zombies or something) - Harry Potter references (aren't you frustrated when no one gets them?) - Friendship - Love - Hope There is a certain pattern when you read a Boston Love story. A sacred ritual, if you may. You meet a relatable girl trying to figure things out. Then you meet a guy who has some issues of his own, but decides that there is something special about this girl worth pursuing, despite everything that keeps them apart. There is sizzling tension. There is tenderness that envelops you in a bubble of warmth and gets you drunk with elation. There are some bad guys who'll complicate things, featuring guns and kidnapping. But in the end, when you finish it, heart racing and eyes puffy with tears and nose leaking and rugged breathing, you are content. Even if your life is a trainwreck, even if you spend your nights muffling your sobs or jump from one meaningless relationship to another, searching for the right person to call home, Julie Johnson always gives you the greatest gift. Hope . In its purest and most genuine form. A gift she never fails to deliver. [image] In Take Your Time, she doesn't actually let you take the time to process what is happening. In a space of a few days, she manages to turn the lives of Lila and Luca upside down, and she drags you in their hot mess without giving you the chance to say no. Her words weave a web of affection and heat around your soul, erase everything from your brain except the overpowering need to get lost in her tornado and never come out again. You need her to survive. To believe. To dream. To forget your struggles and your sorrow, your commitments and your anxiety. To put back together all those pieces of you that keep chipping away. Take Your Time is not only about the cosmic love between a lonely boy and a fallen heiress. It's also about a self-sufficient girl who lets her heartbreak and her loss dictate her life. You find a kindred spirit in Lila. There are so many masks a person can put to hide their true self. You can choose the distant bitch persona, or the always smiling honey-tongued girl-next door, but the truth is still the same. You hurt. You search for something, even when you're not sure what's that. And you don't want the world to see this weakness. But in Lila's case, Luca did. He called bullsh!t on her act, and saw the golden heart in her, the heart that cared for two adorable twins and a slobbery dog, and decided he wanted her. Scars and all. Lila didn't need time. She had all the time in the world to hide and run away. She just needed a push. A leap of faith, and someone to hold her when she did. “If I ever decide to let someone break my heart, I want it to be you, Luca Buchanan.” Setting the self-discovery parts aside, Take Your Time is also a hilarious, scorching, feel-good story that plasters a huge grin on your face, with its adorable characters and its fast pace. Even after nine books, Julie Johnson has always more to offer; her words are a shelter and a sanctuary, whenever I need my fix of escape. And for that, I am always grateful! P.S. I'm still waiting for Connor's story, Julie. [image] *ARC generously provided by the author in exchange for an honest review* You can find this review and more over at BookNest.eu! ...more |
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3.5 stars, maybe? Trickery was chaotic. And I haven't decided whether in a positive or negative way. [image] “It’s your own fault, Will. What did3.5 stars, maybe? Trickery was chaotic. And I haven't decided whether in a positive or negative way. [image] “It’s your own fault, Will. What did I tell you about walking?” Willa Knight is a freaking disaster of epic, almost-get-impaled-burned-killed-on-a-daily-basis proportions. She lives in a world divided between sols, the superior beings that strive to become Gods when they die, and dwellers, their servants/slaves who are equal to dirt. And...that's pretty much all the world-building we get, at least in the first book of the series. Of course there are also the actual Gods, but the information concerning their whereabouts is scarce and mostly confusing. But I'll come back to this later. Our aforementioned protagonist finds herself in a precarious situation (well, more precarious than usual) when she is chosen to attend Blesswood Academy as a servant to eligible future Gods, and is assigned (by mistake, mind you) to take care of the Ab(b)curse* Brothers; Siret (call me Trickery), Yael (call me Persuasion), Arol (call me Seduction), Rome (call me Strength) and Coen (call me Pain), who are extraordinarily gorgeous and suck Willa into their divine world infused with super powers, devious Gods and secret missions. Sounds like a fun ride, doesn't it? [image] And it is a fun ride. The reason I picked Trickery (besides the cover) was the desire to read something similar to Demons at Deadnight by A.E. Kirk, and the truth is that the authors indeed delivered a lighthearted, entertaining story that makes you chuckle at Willa's precious inner monologues and penchant for nudity and disaster, and thus you inhale it in one sitting. Add to the mix mythology and rivalries between Gods and five seriously hot dudes, and that's the recipe for success. At least it should be, but sadly I am a tad underwhelmed. Like I said before, the world-building needs further exploration. My brain hurt from the confusion over the country of Minatsol, its history and its origins. It wavered between high fantasy and urban fantasy, there were trains and shorts and then godlike powers and swords but no explanation regarding this world's creation, only some vague and inadequate references to the past. And then there is the mythology. It was utterly underdeveloped and weak; we know there are Gods with varied abilities (cue some random names), and that some prominent sols become gods, but the reason of the division between sols and dwellers is a mystery to be solved. The second thing that bothered me was the Willa/boys relationship. I loved their dynamics and their banters, and frankly, I loved all the guys (even though I have a crush on Siret), but the tension, the angst and the sexually charged atmosphere between Willa and all of them was... cringe-worthy. I'd preferred if she picked one, hell I'd even preferred a love triangle at this point, but being equally attracted to five brothers? And all of them attracted to her? I'm about to believe that all those raging hormones will lead to a kinky sex [image] Even though I expected something more, I recognize the potential for improvement in the following instalments, and I do recommend this series if you're up for mindless fun and some delicious eye-candy(ies)! *Because having abbs like those (cue excessive drooling) is definitely a curse. **Vote for Team Blake! Visit BookNest.eu for this review and more! ...more |
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You can find this review and more on BookNest! If you thought Reed was royally messed up, then you haven't met Easton. “I’m the design flaw in tYou can find this review and more on BookNest! If you thought Reed was royally messed up, then you haven't met Easton. “I’m the design flaw in the Royal family, the one who isn’t quite like the others, the one who crashes and burns more often than not.” Easton Royal is rich beyond imagination. He uses his money to feed his addictions. He's the member of a family that loves him. He's always alone. He parties hard like there's no tomorrow. He knows that his tomorrow will be bleak. Hartley Wright seems well composed. Her life is turned upside down. She's a loner. She won't let anyone get close lest they find the truth. She wants to keep Easton at arm's length. She wants him, but maybe not enough to let him ruin her. They're both good at pretending. “I told you, trouble follows you wherever you go, Easton.” Teenage drama, backstabs, addictions, desire and a slow burning romance? Count me in! If you look up the word addictive, you'll find Erin Watt as the definition. It doesn't matter that their characters are so messed up you can't untangle them even if you dedicated your whole life to that end. It doesn't matter that you desperately wish to smack some sense into them before all Hell breaks loose and damage control is just not possible. Nor that the halls of Astor Prep with their petty politics and teenagers lusting after power (and each other) seem like they're taken from TV series like Gossip Girl. You're hooked. Stuck from the first line to the last. Even though said last line leaves you like this. [image] In Fallen Heir, it is Easton's time to shine, and to ruin people with his reckless behaviour and his abandon, his charming smile that hides the inadequacy and the hurt he feels. He doesn't want to ponder on his darkness. He uses alcohol and violence to numb his mind, he seeks the forbidden, and it constantly gets his in trouble, something that thrills him. But when his new, mysterious classmate gets in the way of his shenanigans, he faces the question whether he'll keep hitting on her, only to be rejected and alienate her, or become her friend, and shockingly, he chooses the second. He wants to know her. To protect her. But as past experience has shown, when Easton Royal cares, bad things tend to happen. “No one has ever really needed me. Ella needed Reed. My mom needed pills and booze. The twins have each other. Hartley is alone. And there's something about her loneliness that strikes a chord in me.” Easton describes himself as a self-destructive screw-up, and he proved himself right again and again. The authors did a great job delving into Easton's insecurities and troubles, and even though I wanted to throttle him for his childish whims, I somehow understood him. Hartley was a delight, he needed someone to say no and make him struggle for something, and my heart broke for all the ugly things she went through. The lack of a female POV added to the surprise factor, and I loved that they didn't let their attraction dictate the way their relationship evolved. There were many secrets. Distrust. Angst and desperation. And tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Once more, Erin Watt managed to ruin me. Royally. *ARC generously provided by the authors in exchange for an honest review* ...more |
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I really should stop buying books for their cover. Although, to be fair, the premise sounded like my cup of tea, and it should have been. It was, mostl I really should stop buying books for their cover. Although, to be fair, the premise sounded like my cup of tea, and it should have been. It was, mostly. But I feel like I'm slowly (and steadily) turning into a grumpy, bitter old lady who complains about anything and everything and cannot be satisfied, unless her 72 cats do something adorable. [image] Don't get me wrong, Roar was not a bad book. The concept of magical lands ruled by storms was brilliant, and the execution was skillful; after all, Cora Carmack is a romance author, and this was her first attempt at fantasy. The most astonishing thing is that she succeeded in the fantasy element, but failed in romance and character depth. “Whether it be thunderstorm, hurricane, or some storm on which we have not yet laid eyes, one truth remains - challenge a tempest, survive it and you become its master.” The lands of Caelira are tormented by all kinds of storms, which wreak havoc and destruction in their path. The only salvation for the people of Caelira are the Stormlings, gifted with the power to control the forces of nature and thus becoming something equivalent to Gods. Aurora is the heir of the Pavan throne, the one charged with the protection of her country from the tempests, but the problem is that she has not manifested any magic. The only way to keep her throne and save her people is to marry another Stormling and hide her inadequacy, until she meets a group of storm hunters who can harnest storms even though they were not born into magic. And reveal to Aurora another way to be of use, and to truly discover herself. “With that done, she took a deep breath and said her final good-bye. While reading Roar it was obvious that Cora Carmack had poured her soul into this project. She elaborately crafted the kingdoms of Caelira, the wondrous and terrifying storms that ravaged cities and wastelands alike, and the strong aspect of adventure in her story made Roar a novel you couldn't put down. Even though at times the world-building could be confusing, and I'd appreciate more details to disperse the fog that clouded my brain, the occasional confusion did not deter me from keep reading, and losing myself in her rich world. Featuring a villain whose identity is yet to be revealed, but his cruelty and bloodlust are unprecedented, a ruthless prince fighting for a throne that is not his, and a bunch of badass storm-hunters, it was a highly addictive ride that had the potential for greatness. If it weren't for Aurora. She's your typical special snowflake, the embodiment of perfection, beauty, sweetness, strength, compassion, determination and- You're rolling your eyes, aren't you? So am I. Everyone fell in love with her and turned all possesive caveman after one look, she stole the breath away from ambitious princes and seasoned hunters alike, making the latest category endanger their long-term partners, distracting them in fights for their life, because she's such an aetherial and pure being. Aurora wavered between self-pity and the fiery need to prove her value and acquire power, leading her to smart decisions like demanding to participate in stormfights without an ounce of magic and zero former experience, because she knows she can do it. [image] And let's not forget the dreadful combination of insta-lust and insta-love(s). In the span of twenty-four hours she trusted her fiance with her heart (something that has to do with her raging hormones, if you ask me), he broke her heart and then she met another dazzingly handsome young man that made her feel alive and burn etc etc. Now, as you can tell, there were two love interests. I wouldn't go as far as to label it a love triangle, because she had two to three scenes with the first one whereas she spent most of the book with the second, but their reactions to her were similar (and ridiculous); they see her - they want to conquer her - to protect her - to hell with the world. [image] The romance was overly sweet and sappy, it gave you diabetes. The interactions between the love birds were rather childish (I'm surprised there wasn't involved any ponytail pulling) and while there were descriptions of tension and angst, you could not feel them. I still root for the other guy (the 'bad' guy), at least he's not turned into a pile of goo (yet). “You are lightning made flesh. Colder than falling snow. Unstoppable as the desert sands riding the wind. You are Stormling, Aurora Pavan. Believe it.” I may have mixed feelings towards Roar, but I will definitely continue this series. If you're searching for your next guilty pleasure rejoice, you just found it! You can find this review and more on BookNest! ...more |
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“Where are half-stars when you need them?” - Katerina, A Frustrated Goodreader An Enchantment of Ravens is a great example of why half-stars are essent “Where are half-stars when you need them?” - Katerina, A Frustrated Goodreader An Enchantment of Ravens is a great example of why half-stars are essential. It does not deserve 3 stars. It was ideal to make my mind drift and explore uncharted territories, to forget all those tiny and huge daily things that make me lose my sleep. Why not give it 4 stars then, Kat? one could wonder. Well, because I feel that those past months I've matured as a reader - and reviewer - and I came to accept that 3 stars is not a bad rating, and that 4 (and especially 5) stars should be saved for the books I truly enjoy. 3 stars means that it was a pleasant reading experience, but it did not sweep me off my feet. Even though I wanted to so badly. [image] In An Enchantment of Ravens, Margaret Rogerson painted in earthy pigments, inspired by the rusty autumn leaves, the story of a young artist, Isobel, and her encounter with a Fae Prince, Rook, the tornado that brought change to her otherwise stale life. They embarked on a journey that led them to dreadful beasts and cunning fae who hid their ugliness beneath fancy glamours and lavish clothes, they faced and fought their own nature, and battled against their demons, only to emerge stronger, and to experience a love powerful enough to destroy them. “Why do we desire, above all other things, that which has the greatest power to destroy us?” Isobel and Rook's story was marvelous, on its own. It featured a likable heroine who craved adventure, or simply something different from the endless summer and predictable routine that comprised her life, and a hero whose world was full of politics and intrigue, and love was considered a weakness. They passed various stages, from anger to mistrust to shy friendship before their feelings drowned them, and their interactions were both delightful and heated. What bothered me, though, was the feeble world-building. What other edicts did the Good Law pass? What the World Beyond was like? Why was Whimsy so special? What about the Winter Court and the Wild Hunt? Why did all Crafts physically affect the Fae so much? All of those subjects were scarcely and superficially touched, and they were mentioned as if their content was already known, I was constantly restless because something was missing. And the world-building was not the only thing missing. There was magic. I could feel it in the air, on the tips of my fingers and my tongue, it caressed my skin but it did not consume me. The writing was whimsical, there was rare beauty in it, but it escaped my grasp. I finished An Enchantment of Ravens a week ago, but as hard as I may try to recall the feelings it provoked, and the impression it left me, I come up empty. And it saddens me to no end, because this novel was full of potential, ready to burst and burn burn burn, but it never did. [image] Some leniency is required, though, because An Enchantment of Ravens is Margaret Rogerson's debut, and despite its flaws she proved that she can write, and I have to commend her for her creativity and imagination. I am positive her future works will reflect the magniture of her talent! You can find this review and more on BookNest! ...more |
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I was not prepared for this book. Tower of Dawn was everything I wanted, even though I was not aware of it before the first chapters. A Court of Mist a I was not prepared for this book. Tower of Dawn was everything I wanted, even though I was not aware of it before the first chapters. A Court of Mist and Fury inflicted some serious damage to my relationship with Sarah J. Maas due to severe character mistreatment, shameless manipulation and a shrine built for Saint Rhysand, but this one restored my faith in her. Before reading Tower of Dawn I was furious for the delay in Throne of Glass' conclusion. For another change of ships I knew would come. I decided to dive into it for the sake of continuing the story, as if it was an unpleasant task I had to get over with. I never expected to be this invested in the new characters. I never expected the frantic heartbeat, the way my chest exploded. And I ended up full of gratitude and a little awe in front of the miracle, the wondrous feeling of finding a little gem, a flare of magic where you least expected it. “He was Lord of Nothing. Lord of Oath-Breakers. Lord of Liars.” Tower of Dawn follows Chaol and Nesryn's journey to the southern continent, in order to search for potential allies against the forces of Morath and a way to heal Chaol after the events of Queen of Shadows. In a foreign land, a place thriving and actually cared for by its monarchs, Chaol was forced to face the demons within, along with the court manipulations and the political games between the viziers and the possible heirs of the khaganate. There he met Yrene Towers, an unwilling Healer hating Adarlan and everything Chaol represented with a seething passion, but for reasons unknown to him decided to help him nonetheless. Nesryn, on the other hand, was restless. Even though she finally found a place to blend in despite her mixed heritage, she craved the adventure Chaol promised her but never delivered. And so, she set off on an adventure of her own. On the back of a ruk, she battled horrendous beings and came across secrets that could alter the outcome of the war to end all wars. In the city of Antica, where the Tower of Healers blessed by the Goddess loomed, in the unforgiving mountains of the famous ruk riders, Chaol and Nesryn found answers, even to questions they never dared ask. “For wherever you need to go - and then some. The world needs more healers. ” Healing. That's what Chaol needed, for his broken body and his broken soul, ravaged by the guilt and self-loathing that festered inside him. And Sarah, the wonderful and terrible Sarah, gave them to him. I always thought that his relationship with Aelin was not treated smoothly, that in her desperate need to make Rowan/Aelin happen, the author decided to sacrifice him. To be honest, though, I never turned against him. I just wanted Sarah to restore this beautiful, flawed character who gave up everything, his title, his honour, his men, and ended up feeling like a total waste, a disappointment and a pathetic excuse of a human being. The portayal of his inner thoughts, the broken pieces of him, was spectacular, and so was the depiction of disability, and how the emotional trauma, the constant feeling of incompetence, can wreck more havoc than the physical wound itself. I ached for him. For his trials, for his demons, for everything. His stay in the southern continent was a much-needed journey of redemption, and in the end I felt purified. Ready to conquer the world, fight the horrors of Morath and Erawan by his side. It was invigorating. “He had made one promise. He had not broken it yet. But Chaol was not the only one who needed to find himself. Yrene Towers, the young healer Aelin helped a lifetime ago, came to play a vital part. At first I was so angry at her, for being blind with rage and grief and failing to see that Chaol was not the one who took everything from her, that the same nation can breed both bad and good men. But as the story progressed, and her walls started crumbling, I loved the person that emerged. Her bravery, her devotion, her compassion. I keep saying that Sarah never fails to create imperfectly perfect male characters (except Rhysand, the One-Who-Makes-Mountains-Tremble), but her female characters are fantastic as well. They're badass, truly badass, and strong despite the impediments they keep facing. Nesryn is another example, and she proved again and again how brave and brilliant she is. The way her relationship with Chaol unfolded was, thankfully, well-handled, and she shone as an independent person, without Chaol's influence. “I wish we'd had time.” The characters introduced for the first time in Tower of Dawn were deeply intriguing, but there was one that made the others pale compared to him. Shartaq. Let's take a moment to admire the Winged Prince, who's a soft marshmallow and a fierce warrior at the same time. New crush alert, people, new crush alert (don't worry Dorian, you're still my number one bae) [image] The feelings evoked while reading Tower of Dawn were all-encompassing, and I cried so many times I lost count. Tears of joy, sorrow, pain and relief stained my face, especially in the last chapters (and, to be honest, every time Chaol remembered or talked about Dorian, his brother, his king - his loyalty and love towards Dorian made my heart swell). The descriptions were vivid, and everything related to the khaganate, the history, the culture, the court intrigue, was fascinating, the new world was richly painted. I felt the freedom of riding on a ruk, and wandered in lush palaces full of spying servants and scheming nobles, grieving for a princess who was lost so young and rooting for the next heir of a prosperous kingdom. The revelations about the Valg, and the secrets contained in libraries and tombs set the road for an explosive final book. But as it's slowly sinking in how much I'll have to wait for the last instalment of the series I cherish, a series “I will cherish always. I think I'm on the verge of depression. [image] If you have any doubts about reading Tower of Dawn, get over yourselves and read it. You won't regret it. For this review and more visit BookNest! ...more |
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Heart vs Brain, Episode 4
[image] Narrator: Brain was suspiciously quiet upon finishing Walk of Shame. Heart knew she'd probably regret it, but with Heart vs Brain, Episode 4 [image] Narrator: Brain was suspiciously quiet upon finishing Walk of Shame. Heart knew she'd probably regret it, but with steely determination and the help of liquid courage, she asked the dreadful question. Heart: [image] Brain: Go away Heart, I need to put my cells in order. Heart: Come on, tell me what's going on! You know I can be very persistent. Brain: *sighs* That is sadly true. In fact, perhaps you'll be useful for a change. Heart: Hey, I'm always useful! If it weren't for me, Katerina wouldn't even be alive. Brain: Well legally speaking, a person is dead when I stop functioning, but that's not an issue at the moment, I'm healthy as a racing horse. Heart: *snorts* Brain: Anyway, I need to ask you a question. Heart: Only if you promise you'll stop insulting/correcting/annoying me. Brain: Sure, sure. How would you describe Walk of Shame? Heart: [image] Brain: Um, what? Heart: A flying unicorn with wings made of glitter. A cupcake with chocolate cream cheese frosting. Brain: Still, what? Heart: A Cutie McFluffy. Brain: Ooook, I suppose what you truly mean is that this book was delicious and utterly adorable? Even though I must clarify that a flying horse is a Pegasus, not a unicorn. Heart: [image] Brain: Right, sorry. Would you care to elaborate a little further? Heart: It was hilarious. Have we read the enemies-to-lovers trope before? Sure. Lauren Layne's characters, though, were truly endearing. Funny, messy and hot! Brain: Well that's the problem! For the first time ever, it was the female character, Georgie, the one I absolutely adored. She was not the typical shallow girl that came from a rich family, she was very caring, loyal, chatty, and her incoherent conversations and cupcake addiction made me love her so, so much. I just don't know what to make of Andrew. Heart: Really? I thought you had a thing for successful, uptight and cold male characters who hide their vulnerable side because they're hurt or afraid of getting hurt! Plus, Andrew was yummy . I would love to lick him like the frosting of a cupcake, I would- Brain: Heart, put yourself together! I am the one being vulnerable right now, there are some things I can't process and it's frustrating! Heart: [image] Brain: ... Heart: Alright, tell me your problems! (I deserve the award of the most patient Heart after everything stupid Brain has put me through) Brain: I didn't find enough depth in Andrew and there were times I couldn't feel the connection between him and Georgie. Yes I admit they had some very heartwarming scenes- Heart: How would you know? That's my area of expertise! Brain: -and others which were rather steamy, but something was missing. So, we'll have to go for 3 stars I'm afraid. Heart: Hold on a second! Did you like Andrew's big gesture in the end? Brain: Of course I did. Heart: Did the entire book put a big smile on your face? Brain: Yes, but- Heart: Listen to me, Brain. There are days you feel you're a badass and can conquer the world. And then there are days you feel like crap, like a walking and talking failure and disappointment that destroys everything in its path. When you face a day like the latter, you and I both know what lifts our spirits. Books like Walk of Shame. Authors like Lauren Layne, whose purpose is to show you the fun side of life, to soothe your soul and make everything okay with their witty characters and the sweet love stories, even though sometimes they seem unrealistic. We're not looking for realistic. We're searching for an escape. A cure. And I think that Georgie and Andrew offered us exactly what we needed: Perfectly ridiculous. Brain: Perfectly ridiculous. You know Heart, I think you're right! Heart: That's a first! What about the rating? Brain: Four stars? Heart: Four stars, baby! Narrator: For the first time in forever, Brain realised that Heart was not that useless and pathetic after all. Sure, she was a source of trouble and pain, but in the end, so was Brain. They were such a bizarre duo, those too. You can read the previous episodes here: ✨ Episode 1 ✨ Episode 2 ✨ Episode 3 ...more |
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There once was a man named Kjell of Jeru who was not easy to love. He had slayed monsters and men, he had bathed his hands in blood and he protected hi There once was a man named Kjell of Jeru who was not easy to love. He had slayed monsters and men, he had bathed his hands in blood and he protected his heart with a shield of stone, afraid to feel, afraid to dream. When he learned he was a Healer, blessed by the Gods, it was not easy for him to find the balance between his sword and the cure he could offer, he could not understand how to care for anyone other than his brother. But one night, under sharp rocks and with sand in his clothes, he met his Fate. “She saw him. There was once a woman named Sasha with hair like fire and a heart full of compassion. She did not know who she was, where she came from and what was her place in the world. But she did know Kjell of Jeru. She came to love and cherish him, she saw beneath his cold mask and removed it. But love was denied. Oaths unraveled. Stars fell from the sky and ancient trees came to life, harbingers of sorrow, heartache, and truth. And Kjell of Jeru faced a destiny he was sure it was never meant to be his. “In the lands we cannot see, Kjell and Sasha's story was divine. Sacred. It was made of strands of light interwined with the deepest color of the darkest night. And this story needed to be told. To be given to mankind. For this mission, they chose a mortal woman with her soul in her hands. She was a Teller named Amy Harmon. Her Gift was bestowed by the Muses. She could infuse words with a storm of emotions. She could paint green landscapes and tumultuous waters and nightmarish monsters and imposing castles with mere sentences. She could create beauty so devasting, so overwhelming, that the heart could not contain it, but releashed it in the form of tears. She breathed life into her pages, and her pages breathed life into her readers' lungs, until every vein and every shell and every pore was full of Kjell and Sasha. She did their story justice. “He was not good. He was not generous. He was not courageous or compassionate. He simply loved her. And love made him a better man. That was all.” In The Queen and the Cure duty battled with longing. Kjell, the soldier and the healer, was a man special. Devoted. Firm. And when he loved, he did not hold back. Sasha was the epitome of kindness. She was unaware of the concept of lies, her Gift was mostly a burden, but she never lost faith. She was regal in every way. She was the haven to Kjell's tempest, and no one, not spiteful and power-thirsty Changers, no Spinners and visions could take that away. The only danger to their love, was herself. Their journey was not easy. Their road was not paved with flower petals. Their song was both gleeful and mournful, a ray of sunlight and a lamentation that broke you piece by piece. But it was beguiling, and once you were caught in the nets Amy Harmon intricately wove, you belonged to her. To them. “Come to me, and I will try to love you. I will try to love you, if you but come back.” In the land of Jeru, magic can be found in trees and animals, even stars. In our world, it can be found in stories. And Amy Harmon's stories are the most solid proof that magic exists. Instagram | Twitter | Facebook | BookNest ...more |
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Since Μετά τα μεσάνυχτα is written by a Greek author, the following review is also written in greek. And it's a shame because there's not a chance you
Since Μετά τα μεσάνυχτα is written by a Greek author, the following review is also written in greek. And it's a shame because there's not a chance you wouldn't love it, my friends! Ίσως η καλύτερη δουλειά της Τατιάνας μέχρι σήμερα. Κάθε φορά που ένα βιβλίο της πέφτει στα χέρια μου, ξέρω πως θα βιώσω μία ιστορία αγάπης φρέσκια, με setting και χαρακτήρες πρωτόγνωρους για τα ελληνικά δεδομένα. Το Μετά τα μεσάνυχτα πάντως, κατέχει μία ιδιαίτερη θέση στην καρδιά μου. Θες επειδή είχα την τύχη να το παρακολουθήσω εν τη γενέσει του, θες επειδή είχα ανάγκη να χαθώ σε μία ιστορία δυνατή, συγκινητική και γλυκόπικρη, θες επειδή η Τατιάνα έδωσε όλη της την ψυχή και οι σκέψεις της έγιναν προτάσεις, σελίδες και σκηνές που σε κομμάτιαζαν και μετά από λίγο επούλωναν τις πληγές σου για να σε κομματιάσουν ξανά, όποιος και αν είναι ο λόγος, το αγάπησα. Παρά τον πόνο, τα δάκρυα και τον θυμό, παρά τους αποχωρισμούς και τα σκληρά λόγια που ειπώθηκαν έχοντας την γεύση αλκοόλ και τύψεων, ναι, το αγάπησα. “Με έκανες να την ξεχάσω.” Μια κατηγορία που ψιθυρίστηκε με τρεμάμενη φωνή, ποτισμένη από ενοχές, και ίσως μία στάλα θαυμασμού που κάτι τέτοιο κατέστη εφικτό. Ο Σεμπάστιαν έχασε την γυναίκα της ζωής του σε ένα ατύχημα που τον σημάδεψε για πάντα. Βουτηγμένος στο πένθος, ορκισμένος να κρατήσει τη μνήμη της Σάρα ζωντανή, ακόμα και αν αυτό σήμαινε ότι ο ίδιος θα ήταν πάντα ένα βήμα πίσω από τους υπόλοιπους ανθρώπους, βουλιάζοντας στην απελπισία και τη νοσταλγία, δεν περίμενε ότι αυτή η γνώριμη ρουτίνα του θα άλλαζε ποτέ. Μέχρι που εκείνη γύρισε από το Λονδίνο. Η αδελφή του καλύτερού του φίλου. Η Λέξι. Το κορίτσι με το λαμπερό χαμόγελο, που φώτισε τα βάθη της ανταριασμένης του ψυχής. Θα περίμενε κανείς ότι ο Σεμπάστιαν θα γράπωνε την ευκαιρία να ζήσει ξανά. Να αγαπήσει ξανά. Όμως δεν μπορεί να ξεπεράσει το παρελθόν του, να αθετήσει την υπόσχεση που είχε δώσει εκείνο το μοιραίο βράδυ, όταν έχασε τον κόσμο του. Δεν θέλει να προχωρήσει. Μέσα από μία ατέρμονη (και αμφίρροπη) μάχη ανάμεσα στο πένθος και την ελπίδα, το φως και το σκοτάδι, η Λέξι καλείται να ανακαλύψει, να σώσει και να ενώσει τον Σεμπάστιαν. Ακόμα και αν αυτό σημαίνει πως θα πρέπει εκείνη να διαλυθεί. Κουβάρι οι σκέψεις και τα συναισθήματά μου όσο διάβαζα το Μετά τα Μεσάνυχτα. Και ο Σεμπάστιαν και η Λέξι με στενοχώρησαν, με θύμωσαν, με έκαναν να νιώσω και να ζήσω τη θυελλώδη σχέση τους όχι σαν αμέτοχος θεατής, αλλά σαν να συνέβαινε σε μένα. Ίσως τα πιο ρεαλιστικά και ελαττωματικά "παιδιά" της Τατιάνας, ακόμα και οι αποφάσεις τους που με πλήγωναν ήταν συνεπείς προς τους χαρακτήρες τους. Πόσες φορές καυτά δάκρυα αυλάκωσαν το πρόσωπό μου με την εμμονή του Σεμπάστιαν στο παρελθόν, με τον σκληρό τρόπο που αντιμετώπιζε τη Λέξι κάθε φορά που καταλάβαινε πως πλησιάζε στη λύτρωση, την οποία με πείσμα αρνιόταν. Με τον τρόπο που η Λέξι πέθαινε σιγά-σιγά για να δώσει σ' εκείνον ζωή. Αλλά, καμιά φορά, πρέπει να πιάσεις πάτο για να μπορέσεις να σηκωθείς. Να είσαι εξοικειωμένος με τη μαυρίλα του σκοταδιού για να εκτιμήσεις και την πιο μικρή ακτίνα φωτός. Μέσα από την ιστορία τους, διαπιστώνεις πως όταν αγαπάς, είσαι εγωιστής και ανιδιοτελής ταυτόχρονα. Ότι όσες είναι οι πιθανότητες να αναγεννηθείς μέσα από τις στάχτες σου, άλλες τόσες είναι και να σε σκορπίσει ο άνεμος, μέχρι να μην μείνει τίποτα από σένα πια. Πώς να νικήσεις μία εξιδανικευμένη ανάμνηση; Μία σκιά που στοιχειώνει ακόμα και τις πιο ευτυχισμένες σου στιγμές; Πόσο να αντέξεις να είσαι δεύτερη στη ζωή εκείνου που θέλεις να του δοθείς ολοκληρωτικά αλλά δεν μπορείς; Αυτά τα ερωτήματα αντιμετωπίζει η Λέξι, και παρόλο που καμιά φορά οι αντιδράσεις της είναι αυτές ενός ανθρώπου που φοβάται, τις καταλαβαίνεις. Η χημεία ανάμεσα στον Σεμπάστιαν και τη Λέξι, εξαιρετική. Μπορούσα να νιώσω στο δέρμα μου ακόμα και τα βλέμματά τους, άγγιζε ο Σεμπάστιαν τη Λέξι και ορδές πεταλούδων χόρευαν στο δικό μου στομάχι. Όλες οι σκηνές τους ήταν δοσμένες με μαεστρία, με πάθος, με αγάπη. Η Τατιάνα επέλεξε ένα δύσκολο θέμα, τη διαχείριση του πένθους ενός ανθρώπου που δεν ήθελε να σταματήσει να πενθεί, αλλά το αντιμετώπισε με σεβασμό, χωρίς υπερβολές, και έκανε την μετάβαση προς τα μετέπειτα στάδια και την κάθαρση να μοιάζει φυσική. Με έξυπνο χιούμορ, που έσπαγε τη μελαγχολία, και δυνατούς δευτερεύοντες χαρακτήρες (για να μην αναφέρω την guest εμφάνιση γνώριμων και αγαπημένων προσώπων), το Μετά τα Μεσάνυχτα είναι ένα άρτιο, μεστό και άκρως συναισθηματικό έργο, που δεν μπορείς να το ξεχάσεις. Θα θυμάσαι για πάντα αυτό το πετάρισμα το στήθος. Την υγρασία στα μάτια σου. Το σφίξιμο στο στομάχι. Και θα ευγνωμονείς τον άνθρωπο πίσω από όλα αυτά. Σ'ευχαριστώ, Τατιάνα. Για όλα. ...more |
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| “Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.” I am not really into classics. I always preferred the fantasy genre, “Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.” I am not really into classics. I always preferred the fantasy genre, due to an innate escapism, a vivid imagination and a constant longing for magic. But as you may tell, I didn't cast spells while reading On the Road. I didn't climb the dark wizard's tower, nor heard prophecies whispered in the dark. I set my sword aside for a while, and hushed my heart's desire to experience passionate romances. After a dear friend's raving about Jack Kerouac, I succumbed to peer pressure. And I am rather glad that I did. “I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.” If you must know one thing about On the Road, is that it doesn't stand out because of its mind-blowing plot. In fact, it is not a plot-driven novel at all. You follow Jack Kerouac's travels throughout America and Mexico, and that's it. What captivates you is his writing style, a writing style the likes of which I had never encountered. You'll notice a plethora of contradictions: it can be lyrical and so beautiful it makes you hold your breath, and want to absorb every detail, every smell and sound and feeling, and then you'll come across so many traces of oral speech, that you're certain you're listening to a conversation full of curse words and half-finished sentences right next to you; you can sense Kerouac's admiration towards his country and at the same time his bitterness and disappointment; you can feel his loneliness to your marrow, and then the camaraderie that keeps him going. You will find your lips curling into a smile, but then a heaviness will settle on your chest, a near sadness because you see those people searching for something, anything, and when they find it, it slips from their fingers. You contemplate your own morality and mortality, question the meaning of ideals when life is too short and full of misery. When the road lies ahead full of possibilities, and you're lost and bound and torn. “Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars...” When you read On the Road, at first you're a little judgmental towards the characters. But as the story progresses, you are envious of their carelessness, their crazy and wild abandon, their desire to live even when they don't know what they live for. You don't read it for the plot, but you read it for its moments, its vigorous, bright and mesmerising moments, mornings eating apple-pie with ice-cream, dirty streets in an alcohol frenzy, a young man on the top of a mountain with the world at his feet, a mexican brothel shaking by the sounds of mambo, cold nights drinking scotch under a crystal clear sky. In the end, it all comes to one thing: we are the sum of the people we meet. Some of them are destined to change us, draw us to them like moths to the flame. Other pass by like fleeting stars, or constitute a constant and reassuring presence. But all of them, without exception, are pieces of the puzzle of our existence. “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!” And this is On the Road. ...more |
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