So I've been ill, as I babbled about in this post. But today, as I was curled up under my duvet I heard the postman come and then the unforgettable sound of a book hitting the mat.
Gathering my sheets for warmth I padded downstairs in a sickly manner to find that it was the second book in Kiera Cass' trilogy. I enveloped it into my bundle of warmth and trudged back upstairs to bed.
About two hours after I started reading it I found myself ( albeit still awake, surprisingly) to have finished the book, cover to cover.
This series is so perfect, I adore all of the characters in every way. Possibly a little less now than I did in the first book, because all I want is for America and Maxon to just bloody get together and they never do.
oops, spoiler!
But in all seriousness, if you haven't read it. Go read it. For my sake, if anything. I genuinely enjoyed it so much that I dragged my sorry butt to my computer to write this review before my excitement faded, and to tell the world that I loved this book.
In all my stuffy and snotty glory I don't really feel like analysing this book from a literary or, in fact, intelligent angle. I just want to say that I adored the whole thing from start to finish. It had me squeaking outloud from excitement (except it was more of a wheeze), and awwing and telling Maxon off out loud. It was just me, in bed, with my cat and my teddy, wanting nothing more than a royal wedding between America and Maxon, realising that this book was clearly not long enough and that there must be a third and just asdsgkfjsdfhs
But in all seriousness, it is a fabulous book that will keep you reading for hours, no matter your physical (or mental) health.
I also adore Kiera Cass' writing style, I love her humour and her wit,and how she called me a sassy reader in her Acknowledgments.
Lots of love, from my deathbed
Sarah
xxxx
I also adore Kiera Cass' writing style, I love her humour and her wit,
Lots of love, from my deathbed
Sarah
xxxx
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