Synopsis(from Goodreads): Feyre survived Amarantha’s clutches to return to the Spring Court—but at a steep cost. Though she now has the powers of the High Fae, her heart remains human, and it can’t forget the terrible deeds she performed to save Tamlin’s people.
Nor has Feyre forgotten her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court. As Feyre navigates its dark web of politics, passion, and dazzling power, a greater evil looms—and she might be key to stopping it. But only if she can harness her harrowing gifts, heal her fractured soul, and decide how she wishes to shape her future—and the future of a world cleaved in two.
This is my second time reading this book and A Court of Thorns and Roses that comes before.
I started to re read this (and the one before it) because I started the 3rd book and realized I couldn’t remember anything about the politics of the courts and what-have-you that I know are going to be important. I barely remembered Ianthe and couldn’t remember what her relationship was with Feyre and Tamlin. So I decided to start over. I was not looking forward to starting over because I didn’t want to have to re-read this book again. I remember feeling the first time like this book was slow and boring and drug out and I was dreading slogging my way through it again.
I don’t know why I felt any of those things. I could not put this book down and even though I knew what was happening with Rhys and Feyre it made my little heart happy as it took shape and I just wanted to hug Rhys constantly.
I will say that SJM LOVES the word”gobbled” in inappropriate settings and it can be very distracting. I swear one day I am going to re read this and count all the “gobbling” that happens. (Like people “gobbling” up views…no. Just…stop it)
And as an adult her sex scenes are somewhat painful to read. More in this book for some reason that in ACOTAR. Maybe because she tries to get more explicit in this book. But the dirty talk hurts my soul. Truly.
Everything else is amazing.
There is no character in the Inner Circle that I don’t completely adore and ultimately hope they all get to see the peace they’ve been struggling for for at least a couple of centuries.
Now if you’ll excuse me I have to finish this series and, if the reviews are to be believed, be completely devastated by it.
I have, as of late, fallen out of writing of any kind. No blogging, no novel writing, I even have fallen out of writing for my school’s English class. There has been a lot going on, most of it bad.
Some of it good.
I feel like I used to be more passionate. I always had things to write about. People around me would say stupid things and I would be able to blog about it. I would see something that would aggravate me and I could write a blog about it. But I guess I’ve calmed down as I’ve gotten older. Or I have become desensitized to it.
People haven’t stopped saying dumb things and I haven’t stopped being irritated by them. But I no longer have the energy left to blog about them. To write about it at all.
I also used to process…well…everything…through writing. Anger, grief, happiness. And now I don’t. I miss it. I used to write all the time.
My cat died last week. The best cat in the whole world. He never did anything he shouldn’t, he never hurt anyone even when they were hurting him. Sometimes he tried to protect me from people coming to the door or the cat that lives downstairs. He was my best friend in the whole world and probably the closest thing to a soulmate that exists for me. He chose me a long time ago by coming up to my door and refusing to leave until I kept him. And he died. Horribly and in pain and I’ve been completely devastated by it. I’ve tried writing about it for a week and I just can’t find the words. I found out today he may have died completely in vain. I’ve been angry about his death because I already knew it could have been prevented if my vet would have listened to me about his symptoms two months ago and now I’m even angrier because I was told putting him down was the humane thing to do because he wouldn’t have had a quality of life. Now that may not even be true.
But I can’t express it in writing. Not much more than what I wrote above anyway. I don’t have the words.
Which, in and of itself, feels like a terrible loss. I wrote a story to process my brothers death and countless blogs.
I hope it’s just because I’m out of the habit. So I’m back. I have a little more time on my hands right now. So I’m going to try and write. I have a few ideas and I want to get back into doing reviews. Videos and blogs.
So here we go. If there is something you’d like to see me write about please let me know.
p.s. In non sad news…I got engaged in April!