Rating: 3 Stars
A thrilling, seductive new series from New York Times bestselling author Sarah J. Maas, blending Beauty and the Beast with faerie lore.
When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf in the woods, a beast-like creature arrives to demand retribution for it. Dragged to a treacherous magical land she only knows about from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not an animal, but Tamlin—one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled their world.
As she dwells on his estate, her feelings for Tamlin transform from icy hostility into a fiery passion that burns through every lie and warning she’s been told about the beautiful, dangerous world of the Fae. 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.
I’M BACK, BITCHES–I mean…bloggers. Where have I been, you ask? Working on computer science and eating pounds of fudge while crying, of course. But no need to worry. Since my last post, I have achieved a solid A in all of my courses–all higher than 95 percent. Including my computer science class. *cheers myself on*
And, in celebration of school ending soon, I’ve decided to slowly get back into the swing of actually reviewing the books that I read.
SO. What better way to kick that off than to review yet another hot book?
A Court of Thorns and Roses. Here we go.
I had high expectations for this book. I’m a rabid fan of Sarah’s other works, and A Court of Thorns and Roses has FAERIES and WICKED SHADOWS and a STUBBORN FEMALE CHARACTER. When mixed together and cooked at exactly the right temperature (with appropriate adjectives and action-packed scenes sprinkled on top), these characteristics almost always equal deliciousness.
But wait, what’s that I taste? Forced romance? Cardboard characterizations? Boring and flowery scenes piled onto more boring and flowery scenes? I never would have thought that Sarah was capable of such mediocrity.
The Good, the Bad, and the Questionable
So everything started off alright. Feyre is an impoverished hunter who must kill something, lest her family (including two lazy sisters and a borderline crippled father) starve to death within days. No pressure, right? Anyway, so she makes her kill and takes a strange wolf’s life along with it.
We get some world-building, an introduction into humanity’s distrust of faerie-kind, a general overview of the village, and then… DINGDONG! The bell rings. Or, rather, the door is broken down by a crazy antlered beast with ginormous fangs. OMG. And he’s come to take Feyre away. OMG. The real story has begun.
I wanted so much for the book to make me feel like I was actually entering the realm of the Fae.
Instead, my head was angrily ramming against the book a bajillion times. With no adequate worldbuilding in sight, I lost hope.
Stuff happened, but the writing was so dull and the scenes so inconsequential that it really felt like Feyre was just frolicking and making goo-goo eyes at Mister Beast Turned Prince all day, every day.
Tamlin (Mister Beast himself) isn’t all that great in his human form, either. He’s described as devastatingly handsome with his golden hair and MEGA-RIPPED ABS. But Tamlin is the typical “I must save the kingdom because I must because that’s my ONLY personality trait besides being romantic!!!” kind of guy. NOT my type at all.
HOWEVER. I will admit that the book speeds up into something entertaining in the last 100 pages or so. We meet the Fae nobleman Rhysand–who is exactly my kind of man–with hair dark as night and a personality to match. Rhysand was the redemption that saved this book from 2 stars of trashy oblivion.
Oh, and the plot…you probably want to know about the quality of the plot. (Apologies; my review-writing skills are rather rusty and untried as of late.) Well, basically the Fae and humankind alike are threatened by a very vengeful and evil power that wants to rule all. I wish I could say that the plot was intricate, beautiful, or complex, but it just wasn’t. It wouldn’t have been anything at all without Rhysand.
Read A Court of Thorns and Roses if you’re into fairytale retellings or romances without complex plots. Even as a Sarah J. Maas fan, I didn’t think much of this one. But I will read the sequel for one reason and one alone: Rhysand.
If you want to brave the trenches of book boredom with me, you might find that you enjoy ACOTAR far more than I did.