Four Stars for the Court of Mists and Fury
Eventually, I got into the story and it was surprisingly good. Though the first few chapters put me off and I think they could have been improved on. Having said that, the rest of the novel was exceptional for a fantasy novel. It was the initial graphic sex sequence that put me off more than anything and fortunately, there was only one more.
The characters of Rhys and Feyre are fully realized and totally believable. They are exceptional characters and I fell in love with both of them. Though I’m not generally a fan of fantasy, I was able to suspend my disbelief and I cheered for both of them.
Feyre is a woman who graves independence over love and protection. She is her own woman and consequences be damned. I love that about her! Rhys is a man for all seasons. His evolving love for Feyre is clear and concise, and he is ready to sacrifice himself to not only save her, but to save his people. He wants to protect her, but he also recognizes she cannot be owned. She is his equal partner in everyway.
The writing is terrific, filled with emotion and gut wrenching moments. The story moved forward in a logical progression with twists and turns that kept my interest. There were times when some of it fell a bit short, logically, but all in all it was a great read. The ending is a cliff hanger with a promise for more danger and excitement in the next book. I anxiously await her next installment in the series.
Disappointed to say the least. I rarely give a bad review, just lucky I guess to find good reads, but…
This is the sequel to A Court of Thorns and Roses.
First off, the leading lady, Feyre has become a whiney version of her former self. Complaining about everything. The book goes on and on about trivial things and I put it down in exasperation. Picked it up again, thinking, well….
Secondly, I gasped, and not in a good way, regarding the ubiquitous graphic sex scenes. Sara J. Maas? I’m surprised. I wasn’t expecting all that stuff from you. Now, I don’t mind some sex scenes, if done in an artsy way, but…EW! It didn’t make sense and didn’t move the story forward in any way.
If someone else has read this, please tell me the story gets better, because I’ve about 500 pages to go and at this rate I’ve wasted $8.99 on my Kindle.
If I do manage to slug my way through, you can bet I’ll do an HONEST review.
I’m enjoying the Girl of Fire and Thorns: Well written and intriguing, though a bit repetitive at times but not enough to put me off. Review coming soon.
The new comer is ducking and turning slightly to get through the narrow office door. A swoosh of chilly air follows him. Most of us sit with a book or a magazine in our hands. What else is there to do in a waiting room? We slouch in our uncomfortable chairs, glancing up as if we’d been expecting him, though of course we weren’t. Why would we? Each of us just islands, cocooned in our own little worlds, waiting to be distracted by the simple act of an opening door. I view the new comer from beneath my lashes. He has the appearance of an unmade bed. His dark coat, one of those Navy Pea Coats, has a scattering of white fur, cat? Ugh. I stifle a sneeze while fumbling through my purse for a tissue. I am not a fan of cats. Cats are unpredictable, everyone knows that. The new comer leans against the wall by the door, eyeing the only two unoccupied chairs, which happen to be on either side of me. He winks a blue eye and I cringe to have been caught staring. I bring my book up to my nose, pretending to be immersed. “May I?” he says, standing by the chair to my left. I nod, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. He settles in and I get a scent of soap, Tide? It’s warm in the room, warmer now that he is so close. From the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of him as he opens his coat, tugging a scarf from around his neck. It’s blue, but not like his eyes. It’s more of a blueberry color, a purplish blue. He’s staring down at it, twisting it, folding it and refolding it. There is morning stubble on his face, but it’s a nice face, I concede. Square jaw, straight nose and a high forehead; his unruly hair is dark, dark as onyx. It’s the kind of hair you itch to comb, or run your fingers through. ~~~~