”Yes, he’d fought for me—but I’d fought harder for him.
5 – More, More, More Stars!
I will admit the 626 pages were daunting as Hell! I feel like I may have put off reading this book for that reason (and I know I am not the only one). I am so unbelievably happy I jumped on this bandwagon. Sarah Maas is a great story teller. The best!
I think I heard it in a review before – but Sarah DID give us everything we didn’t know we needed or wanted. My heart was breaking for Feyre. Literally breaking. She was suffering from some pretty serious depression, and no one was there for her except Rhys. I will admit in the beginning- I was so mad, angry and what Miss Maas was doing with Tamlin’s character. Book one was dedicated to Tamlin. We had to watch this little helpless human girl fight (die) for everyone’s freedom. Including Tamlin. I don’t know if the fact that I can remember so little of Tamlin’s character in book one is because of the second book – or because he really wasn’t that great. I am so confused!!
Tamlin became the villain right before our eyes. Not because he was a bad person per say – but because of his neglect of Feyre. Feyre tried to tell him what she needed, and he wouldn’t listen. They had a passionate physical relationship, but the mental one was nonexistent. He didn’t notice her weight loss, her disinterest in painting, her soul was deteriorating and he did nothing. So for as much as I hate the swapping of love interests in a book – this one was so warranted – I bow down to you Miss Maas. Especially after Tamlin went nutso in the end – well kinda, you’ll just have to see for yourself.
”So I spent the week alone, waking in the middle of the night to hurl up my guts, to sob through the nightmares.”
Tamlin returned eight days later, brushing a kiss over my brow and looking me over, and then headed into the study. Where Ianthe had news for him. That I was also not to hear.
And the straw that broke the camel’s back:
”He’d trapped me in here; he’d locked me up.”
You stupid schmuck! She was in a cage for months! ARGGG I cried at this part. I cried because Tamlin let me down. I cried because he let Feyre down. I cried because if he really loved her his actions would say so. There has to be more to his story. I am actually kind-of dreading book 3 for this reason alone.
Rhysand. Oh SWOON. Obviously I fall into the population of women who like the dark, tempting and forbidden men. But at the same time, HE was there for Feyre. He held her hair as she puked her guts out. He taught her to read. He pushed her to be better, challenged her, and embraced all that she is and all that she has become. He trusted her, had faith in her. He made time for her. Team Rhys ALL the way.
”I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”
The story was written SO well. I freaking loved Every. Single. Word. Every single event, every single adventure. The fantasy was epic, the story line was amazing and the characters were everything I wanted.
Cassian. I love him. The fact that he stood up for Feyre deserves an excerpt in my review.
“Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall.” My face began heating, and I opened my mouth. To say what, I didn’t know. “Your sister died—died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don’t expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make—and insult my people in the process.”
Cassian. We don’t deserve you. We do not. But I am a selfish twat and want more of you anyway. Hands down – favorite book of 2018 – maybe even EVER