My latest obsession. Emma Lea delivers amazing romance that will keep you wanting more!Read More
The heartwarming story of a girl and her Kindle. The trials and tribulations faced when trying to find an easier weay to transport my myriad of books.Read More
One of the most adorable books I have read in a long time. A pleasant surprise!!Read More
I honestly don't even know where to begin. It feels like I've been waiting for this book forever and now that it is out I can hardly believe it. I bought it the day it came out on my lunch break and couldn't wait to dive in. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure what the heck was going on so I had to reread Red Queen before I delved back into Mare's world.
As always there is a ton going on, and we are promised another book at the end. Part of me is so excited for another book and another part feels like Mare and Cal just need a break. This book was nonstop action from beginning to end. Mare develops PTSD and depression. Even anxiety. These feelings all resonate with me since I have them too, and it can get to be kind of a hard read sometimes. I delve deeply into books that I love, so I feel what they feel. I'm right there with them. It can get to be overwhelming even if you don't have your own history getting in the way.
Mare is so much less trusting in this book, and there is so much pain. She still tries to be a good leader, a good role model, and just good but she is faced with lose/lose decisions and no ways out. It can be easy to scoff at her reasoning and her mindless determination, but you have to remember how she grew up. Mare was a thief, and did what she could to protect her family and help them out. She didn't have any real education, only her wit and intuition. Could we rise to become what our people needed us to be? Maybe. Would we make mistakes? of course. Poor Mare. Cal is hard to read, and harder to tell what is going through his mind. I kind of wish the book was third person omniscient, even if it just focused on Cal and Mare, or even told from both their perspectives. A companion book, maybe?
Sometimes the story can feel a little choppy. Other times is drags even when there is a lot going on. The alternate ending to Red Queen that was in my copy blew my mind and utterly messed up everything. I wouldn't read it if I were you, I wish I hadn't. There weren't any spoilers, but "what if" questions are always dangerous.
In honor of the second installment's release, here is a quick look back at the original!
I first ran into Red Queen at Barnes and Noble a few weeks ago. I was already carrying a stack of books so I decided to forgo the purchase. Last Monday I found Red Queen at Costco and decided it was fate… Or a popular book, but I digress.
This books is 383 pages and full of excitement, intrigue, and surprises. It drives me insane when some random oppressed person gets transported into an improbable situation and handles everything with aplomb. They trust the right people, make the right choices, and end up saving everyone. Red Queen isnt like that. Victoria Aveyard tells the story of Mare in a way that makes sense. Mare makes mistakes, trusts people she shouldn’t, gets thrust into a game and she doesn’t even know who the players are. Nothing is cut and dry, nothing is as it seems. Words can lie. It starts off a little slow, but after about 5 pages, I was hooked. It’s non stop action, non stop everything. I’m usually pretty quick to figure out what is going on. For instance I knew that Amazing Amy was psycho 4 chapters into Gone Girl. I had no clue who the villain was in the book. Other than the queen, she’s a bitch. And so is Evangeline.
Red Queen is a do. A must. A hit. I may die waiting for the next book. I just need to know everything….. And I don’t want to wait!!!
my first blog post and my first insecurity!Read More
Many of us have quite a few things they are truly talented at. Maybe you're the best at making people laugh, or the best at organization. Whatever it is this is something you're amazing at, something you enjoy doing and is usually one of the first things that pop into someone's head when they hear your name. For me, that has always been reading. In fact my estranged grandmother recently asked if I "still like to read". As if the act of reading for enjoyment is something one can misplace like a set of a pair of gloves or after twenty something years you can grow out of it.
My parents read to me when I was a baby, and it got to the point where I would memorize the stories so that I could "read" to them as well. Reading seemed so magical, like such a gift and I was so excited to learn how to read. I quickly started reading way above my grade level and my parents were having difficulty finding books that were challenging and age appropriate. They always encouraged me and would constantly buy me new books.
I love getting lost in them. They're a piece of magic you can carry around. They never lose their battery and you discover something new every single time. I've laughed with books, cried with them, and felt utterly and completely lost when they ended. You can live millions of lives within the pages of books, and to me that is the greatest magic of all. You can be anything and everything, omniscient, see inside people's heads, walk thousands of miles without taking a single step.
I understand that reading isn't for everyone, just like math isn't for me, and I couldn't draw a picture to save my life, but I can read.
That is my talent.