I’m 95% sure there are no spoilers in this, but just in case…I’m giving you a heads up. 🙂
Consumed by guilt and rage, Celaena can’t bring herself to spill blood for the King of Adarlan. She must fight back…
The Immortal Queen will help her destroy the king – for a price. But as Celaena battles with her darkest memories and her heart breaks for a love that could never last, can she fulfil the bargain and head the almighty court of Terrasen? And who will stand with her?
(DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS SWEARING BECAUSE I’M IN ONE OF THOSE MOODS. SORRY.)
Who would have thought I’d make it this far? I mean, I loved Throne of Glass (by the way, if I accidentally put ‘game of thrones’ instead, I’m sorry. It happens. lol) but it took me forever to finally get through Crown of Midnight. Sorry I didn’t do a review for that one, by the way. I just couldn’t.
Heir of Fire started out really well and I loved where Celeana was at (well, not LOVED per-se, but it was more interesting, I suppose). But then there were new characters introduced and I wasn’t sure how I felt. I mean, Manon? Nuh-uh. Sorry. I guess I’ve warmed up to her a bit by the end but her chapters were so boring for me, I was stuck around page 90-100 ready to give up.
It was very yo-yoing how many POV’s there were, to be honest, but it definitely kept me on my toes.
I think part of the problem was this book was just too long and I wasn’t in the right head space to put up with it. So, though there wasn’t anything that I could pin point as the culprit to my struggle, it just wasn’t going according to plan. The pacing definitely wasn’t that fast, which could have contributed. Fantasy tends to be hit or miss with me in terms of how we get along. Like, if I’m not 100% in it, the descriptions alone could make me want to hurl the book across the room. I have to be in the right mindset, you know? It’s not automatic acceptance.
So I got to the point where I didn’t give a shit what colour the buildings were, I just wanted to get to the POINT! Haha.
Then you have Rowan, and I heard so much about him (yeah, thanks Twitter. You like to ruin stuff, don’t you?) but I guess I was expecting someone different? A bit like Rhys in ACOTAR, I thought I was going to meet someone with a personality I’d love instantly (judging by how many people love him). This was not the case, but since I knew roughly things changed, I dunno…I was skeptical. One thing that put me off him, though, and call me judgemental, but I think I’m allowed to be when it comes to fictional characters (as it’s all personal preferences and NOT real people, so yeah), but when his description mentions TATTOOS? ON HIS FACE? I’m instantly nope. Not happening. I’m out.
I just don’t dig tattoos. Especially on the face.
(I mean, people are free to do what they like, but when it comes to fiction, I reserve the right to outright not like that character for doing so, yknow?)
But in the end I realised as long as they didn’t MENTION said tattoo, I could deal. I could pretend he didn’t have one. I mean, his face is a no no place for me. lol His ‘bond’ with Celeana was weird, and I was shaking my head like “NO NO NO PLEASE NO’ because honestly those kinds of things are so cheesy and make me want to stab something. It’s the ‘mate’ thing all over again. Bah! So I’m hoping it’s just a friendship thing. *fingers crossed*
Celeana’s character development was….intriguing. I guess I’m a weird one because I actually felt more for her when she was weak and pathetic. LOL. I know, I know. You don’t need to say it.
I felt for her past, her self-pity, I just…she made me want to CRY.
However when she got all kick-assery and fierce with fire, I dunno…it kind of irritated me. I wonder if it’s because I’m not fierce or strong and I get envious of characters that can change so easily (because damn, it sure seemed that way) and I can’t. Call me emotionally stilted.
Dorian. My precious prince. What have they done to you? I will forever be Team Dorian. His growth through this series so far has made my heart GROW WITH HIM. I just love him so much. He’s so precious to me. I can’t deal. The last scenes in this book with him were terrifying and I was SO anxious.
And thankfully Chaol wasn’t much of import in this book. Can I get a hell yeah?
Oh, alright then. xD
Chaol utterly fucked up his own life when he decided to sit on that fucking fence like the sad mofo he really is. Honestly, I don’t know how people still LOVE him?
Over all – I did ENJOY most of this book. There obviously were moments that bored me, and the pacing could have been better, but to be honest, it wasn’t as awful as I suppose I’ve made it out to be. It was an automatic 4 stars for me. The last quarter moved faster and I was more invested. I’m taking a break from the series for a bit, though, because this was exhausting.
I was going to make a video, proclaiming how I would be taking part in the greatest writing challenges of our generation, NaNoWriMo. It would have been magical.
But, because I am still ill – though honestly, I’ve been ill for a lot longer than this before but for some reason this seems exceptionally long and therefore I am 1000% done – and I can’t exactly TALK properly without coughing like a crack addict (do crack addicts cough? I dunno. I would have put ‘smokers’ but it sounded too cliche, ya know? no? alright then) so filming, alas, is out of the question. Unless…you wanna watch me hacking my lungs up and husking out words with maximum effort?
Didn’t think so.
So here is me, saying to you, that yes, I will be doing nanowrimo.
Don’t act all surprised. You didn’t really think I’d not TRY this year, did you? I’ve “TRIED” every year since 2009…or 10. I can’t quite remember.
The details are hazy.
But in any case, it’s going to be one mish mash of ‘oh this is fun’ to ‘fuck it, I give up on this shit’.
Same old, same old
that’s pretty much how I feel about a lot of my half hearted stories.
But this year, ohhhhhh no, I’m working it.
Not exactly an accurate example of how I work, but you get the idea.
So I know that the idea is to start a NEW story, new idea, but whenever I do that, I end up bored half way or stuck somewhere in the 20k mark, wishing for a life boat to save me from these wretched waters.
This time, I’m already 10k into a story, that I’m ACTUALLY enjoying somewhat, and so for nano I’m going to use this time to FINISH. IT. ALL. Like no lie, really, I’m gonna finish it. I know, crazy right?
It’s a whole new experience. lol
Since I don’t expect to WIN anyway, I might as well work toward a goal I can master. Which is why this story is (so far) going to be a novella. Until I decide that actually no, wait, it could be a full ass novel. I have utterly given up on working towards a 60k plus novel, getting to the half way point or whatever and losing the plot entirely. If I even had a plot to begin with.
If you’re interested in reading what I have so far…here’s a link to my WattPad account: just clickety click here
As far as what the story is about is concerned….well all I’ve gathered so far is it’s about magic, and evil step sisters, and teens who just don’t know themselves that well. I’ll try and throw in some romance, but that’s not exactly my strong suit. Neither is action, so don’t, yknow, hold out hope.
If you’re planning on doing nano, let me know. If you fancy adding me to your buddies list on the nanowrimo site, my username is Woah_It’sKat
So until my next update which may or may not happen in video or written form – depends on my health – I’ll see ya later!
Wish me luck. November’s gonna be hell.
Who needs bookshelves, really?
And you want to know the problem with book shelves?
I don’t know about you, but I constantly rearrange my books, they always leave me frustrated. I mean, why can’t they just…Align? Match? Be the right height? Why can’t they sit still, stop leaning, be quiet?
I recently moved some of the books from my TBR bookcase to my regular bookcase, and now there are books I haven’t read hidden among books I have read. I don’t have OCD but maybe I do because there’s a severe itch to put them back. But let’s face it, they’d have to be moved once they’re read anyway so why not now? I was running out of room on the TBR case. It had to be done.
But I’ve also developed this obsession with heights and books aligning properly. I never had that before. Only a couple years ago I’d be okay with one hard back in a series of paperbacks. Now?
I just ordered two books from a series I’ve already got, read a few times, just so I can have them in hardback. WHO AM I?
Crazy. Probably. Almost definitely.
Oh and don’t get me started on reading slumps. I’ve got all these new nice lovely wonderful books and LIKE NO MOTIVATION TO READ THEM.
I blame Supernatural
It’s ruined me. I’m re-watching the show from start. In less than a week I’ve gone through 2 and a half seasons. LOL
And then there’s the issue of the books I’m reading. Crooked Kingdom and Heir of Fire. Yknow, there’s a way to make it quicker to read. MAKE THEM SHORTER!
I swear to god, CK could have been made into 2 more books. I love it, I love the series, but it’s so convoluted It’s just taking too long for me to make sense. I want to be done. I want the ending. I have 150 pages left and I’m about done.
I just thought I’d write this jumbled up mess of a blog post because yknow I’ve not blogged in ages and I feel like you deserve to know stuff.
Also, I’ve been ill for over a week now, and a cough to make the heaviest smoker proud.
I’ll see you when I’ve finished something. BYEEEEE
A million girls would kill for the chance to meet The Point, but Nina’s not one of them.
She’s the new assistant to the lead singer’s diva fiancée, and she knows it’s going to suck. She quickly learns that being with the hottest band on the planet isn’t as easy as it looks: behind the scenes, the boys are on the verge of splitting up.
Tasked with keeping an eye on four gorgeous but spoiled rock stars, Nina’s determined to stick it out – and not fall for any of them …
I have been in a real contemporary stage lately, and have basically read all the contemps I have available. It’s annoying.
Love Song was a gem. I loved every second, and laughed at the most ridiculous things that happened. I mean, this is VERY British, and it was lovely. The band, The Point, reminded me a bit of Mcfly, but more in the sense that they’re a British band and well…yeah okay so the similarities end there. haha.
Nina is only 17 but she’s like Mary Poppins with all her skills. It’s unnerving. Her parents say she’s too responsible and needs to get out there and live. So after a disastrous meet and greet with The Point, her younger sister – Ariel’s- favourite band ever, Nina didn’t expect to ever see them again. Which is why it’s a shock when the band’s manager visits to offer her a job. To be the lead singer’s fiancée’s assistant. It seemed simple enough, but it turned out that Sigrid is a complete bitch.
It’s a hilarious and somewhat awful time and when it’s over, it’s over, except it’s not…
She’s then asked to help the boys on their secluded trip away. Which is where it gets tricky because Nina thinks she’s going somewhere exotic. HAHAHAHAHA no.
I won’t spoil but I tell ya, it’s utterly ridonkulous! I loved every second, even if Nina was being a bit stupid in her thinking sometimes. The boys were fun, sexy, talented, and I so badly wish they were real now. Sigh. There’s a definite romance which feels a lot like a typical Rom-Com movie where things go wrong and then at the last minute they realise their mistake. Still, it’s brilliant, and – though I must admit, a little long-winded – so sweet.
What confused me a bit was how Nina’s A-Levels were mentioned twice, but you never actually read about her taking them…or studying…so I was like “Wait…did they disappear or something?”
Ariel is adorable but annoying at times, but then..she is 13. So yeah. The rest of the family are included, which is great, and a change. I loved how the dad didn’t want her going anywhere, but the mum was like *dreamy face* >_< There were the usual bitchy girls, and the best friends, and the song lyrics.
I wanted to rate this 5 stars, but despite me having read it in 2 days – which, to be honest is like light speed for me – it wasn’t one that hit the target completely, but very very nearly. I had an enormous grin on my face most of the time though, so there’s that.
Long time no speak, eh?
Today I kinda wanna talk about…stuff. You know. Nothing serious, just stuff that’s been bothering me of late. Such as twitter, blogging, writing, among other bits and pieces.
Mostly I’m annoyed. I have gotten, more than once, to the point where I just want to quit Twitter cold turkey. Which, I’ve tried. It’s fucking hard.
It’s not just the obnoxious hashtags and the shit people throw at others because they have an opposing opinion, it’s also that when I tweet people I think of as friends, I get no response, or when I do, it’s minimal words. And some of them are people I’ve ‘known’ online for YEARS. It’s like they couldn’t give a shit, and want me to go away. Fine. And yeah, maybe It’s a bit of a pity party I’m in right now, but occasionally I get the impression I could just delete my account and not one person would notice.
So there’s that. Like, I don’t know who’s my friend anymore. Yeah, I have maybe one other person on twitter that replies enthusiastically to me, but the others? Are we friends? I don’t know. And I HATE not knowing where I stand. These other people are more popular, cooler, have better lives than I do, and I’m back to feeling like a child wanting to fit in with the cool crowd. I know I can’t please everyone, but is it so much to be respected and acknowledged?
I’m not an attention seeker unless I’m feeling like shit, and hell, would like some one to say “hey”. Just to let me know I exist. To remind me I’m not being ignored. Because damn, it feels like that a lot.
I become the world’s most insecure person when I get ignored. Because what else are they doing if they SEE my tweets, my questions, and not responding? Ugh. I hate feeling like this. I didn’t even feel this bad at school. Probably because I knew no one liked me, so there was no point. And then when I got friends, at least I could see their reaction to me being around. Not like online social sites. You can’t SEE, you can’t HEAR, you can only READ and sometimes when someone doesn’t TWEET or type anything, it’s like…what’s the point of me trying?
I realise this post isn’t going anywhere productive, but I just wanted, needed, to rant and get things off my chest, cos when I do it on twitter, I feel even worse.
It’s also why I haven’t been blogging much lately. I also get the ‘why bother’ mood because I only seem to get any hits when it’s something ‘popular’ and that’s like…on a blog tour or something. I haven’t been writing reviews because I’ve been doing video end of month wrap ups, and y’know what, I get more of a feeling of accomplishment on youtube than anywhere else. Even if no one comments, I can see the views, and considering I’m no looker, I’m always surprised anyone watches them.
I must honestly rid of this insecurity because it’s also crossing over to my writing. No, not that I don’t think I’m any good – though I do have those moments- but when I post the chapters on Wattpad or somewhere, and get no views, it’s slightly heartbreaking. And yeah, I know it shouldn’t be, because many people don’t share their work, but I like to, I like confirmation that I’m not a total failure, and maybe that’s wrong. But I don’t care.
I can’t do things secretly, because I need that acknowledgement, that sense of ‘you’re good at what you do’ that I never used to get. And when someone says something I’ve done is good, it literally makes my day. It puts a smile on my face, and lets me know I’m not a completely waste of space.
Of course I know I shouldn’t feel this way. God knows it’s the worst thing to feel. But it’s there, always, in the back of my mind, like a disease eating away at me.
So basically, what I’m trying to say is, I hate feeling like I’m not noticed. I think I used my quota of being able to handle it back at school and college, and then I got friends online and I got maybe used to being noticed. Now…it feels like it’s going back to square one.
I don’t expect anyone to care, or feel sorry for me – cos there’s plenty of that on this end – I just wanted it out there. Like a diary. A very public diary.
p.s. reading this back really made me sad.