This is the third time I’ve tried to write a review for this book. It’s a hard thing to do when you can’t believe it’s already over. You tend to go into denial if you hate endings like I do.
Louisa Clark is an ordinary girl living an exceedingly ordinary life—steady boyfriend, close family—who has barely been farther afield than their tiny village. She takes a badly needed job working for ex–Master of the Universe Will Traynor, who is wheelchair-bound after an accident. Will has always lived a huge life—big deals, extreme sports, worldwide travel—and now he’s pretty sure he cannot live the way he is.
Will is acerbic, moody, bossy—but Lou refuses to treat him with kid gloves, and soon his happiness means more to her than she expected. When she learns that Will has shocking plans of his own, she sets out to show him that life is still worth living.
Me Before You was, fortunately, the book I chose to read in order to take a (much needed) break from fantasy. What I wasn’t really expecting was to get the same amount of magic from a love story that you can get from a fantasy book.
Warning: this review contains (unnecessary) sexual content; just like the book does.
When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf, a beast-like creature arrives at her home to avenge it. Forced to go to a dangerous magical land she only knows about from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not an animal: he is Tamlin—one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled their world.
As she dwells on his estate, Feyre’s feelings for Tamlin change. But an ancient, wicked shadow grows over the faerie lands, and Feyre must find a way to stop it… or doom Tamlin—and his world—forever.
A Court of Thorns and Roses (or, like Chaos always said when asking me if I was done with it already, A Thorn of Court) turned out to be a surprise. I was very curious about it and my curiosity grew every time I saw a beautiful drawing of the characters, or people talking about it on Instagram. I thought I was on my way to discover another book series that would make me fall in love. I was wrong.
I’ve been half-unconsciously avoiding writing this review. This book is, by far, one of the hardest books to comment I’ve ever read in my life. As I’ve been saying to my friends who care about books, this is like The Vampire Diaries but in book-form – which doesn’t particularly make sense since The Vampire Diaries is, in fact, a book series. Still, if you watch the tv show, you must know what I mean.
“Juliette hasn’t touched anyone in exactly 264 days. The last time she did, it was an accident, but The Reestablishment locked her up for murder. No one knows why Juliette’s touch is fatal. As long as she doesn’t hurt anyone else, no one really cares. The world is too busy crumbling to pieces to pay attention to a 17-year-old girl. Diseases are destroying the population, food is hard to find, birds don’t fly anymore, and the clouds are the wrong color.
The Reestablishment said their way was the only way to fix things, so they threw Juliette in a cell. Now so many people are dead that the survivors are whispering war – and The Reestablishment has changed its mind. Maybe Juliette is more than a tortured soul stuffed into a poisonous body. Maybe she’s exactly what they need right now.”
– From Goodreads because I’m not going through the trouble of summarizing the story myself.
Shatter Me is, pardon my French, shitty but entertaining. That’s simply it. I started reading it, started hating it and yet I kept reading it. Not because someone told me it ended beautifully or because I had faith it would get better as the story went on – but because it entertained me with all its silliness.