‚Herkunft‘ ist ein außergewöhnliches Biopic über genau das, was der Titel verspricht: Über die Wurzeln eines Menschen, darüber wie tief sie reichen und was sie eigentlich sind – sind es die Orte, an denen wir aufwachsen? Ist es das Dorf, aus dem unsere Eltern kommen, oder der Bauernhof unserer Großeltern? Oder sind unsere Wurzeln vielleicht gar keine Orte, sondern geliebte Menschen?
Ein bockstarkes Mystery über die Kraft von Sprache und Erinnerung, sprachgewaltig erzählt und perfekt zusammengesetzt. Berit Sellmanns ‚Erfrorene Seele‘ wird langsam und beeindruckend aufgebaut und mit gleich mehreren elegant vorbereiteten Überraschungen aufgelöst – dieser Roman lässt wirklich nur ganz wenige Wünsche offen.
Almost nothing of this is original, but it’s still nicely written. I mean, come on, the author is obviously a fan of George R.R. Martin. Or why did he put all of those ‚R’s in his name? Well, at least he has finished his trilogy – other than Martin. It’d be nice to read a sequel, though. Regarding the plot, that’s a blatant copy of Terry Brooks‘ original and breathtaking The Sword of Shannara.
‚The Two Towers‘ is better than ‚Fellowship‘ by far, because it is the second book in the trilogy: it doesn’t have to do all that introducing things and characters which the prequel did. Instead, it starts in medias res, right in the middle of the fights at Rauros – oh come on, I’m not gonna write a spoiler-free review for the Lord of the Rings, seriously. If you haven’t read it yet (you should!) then I’ll just tell you that I highly recommend this book. Please leave now, for this review is dark and full of spoilers.
The final of the trilogy is the point where it finally reaches up from the depths of ‚Just above average‘ to ‚excellent.‘ It’s right here where Leigh Bardugo’s writing makes the great step towards that perfectness of Six of Crows: the story about Alina’s feelings and struggles and the war for the fate of Ravka reach their climax, and it’s breathtaking to behold at last.
Shame on me. Shame on me for not joining Team Abercrombie immediately. Shame on me for rating those other books three stars. Shame on me for not liking these characters in The Blade Itself immediately. I bow to Lord Grimdark and beg his mercy. And I kiss his feet and swear to never doubt his magnificene again.
If I had to pick one of these seven books as a favourite, it would be this one. It was the longest of them when it was published, and I love every bit that made it longer: this one has a lot more of Hogwarts‘ daily life. There’s a lot of things which have always been there, but are now being presented far more detailed. Especially the classes, all the teenagy bits about Harry and Cho, and of course, Umbridge.
To say that Dorothy Dunnett’s writing is in a league of its own would be a huge understatement, because it’s far better than that. It’s basically a sport of its own, played after rules no one else can ever understand, played with such excellence and brilliance that no one else ever dares to pick up the ball and give it a try. ‚Queen’s Play‘ is once again an embodiment of perfection, a book without a fault and an unparalleled piece of art.
To all the books I’ve loved before: I’m sorry. Really. But it’s over. We’re done. We just can’t see each other any more. It’s not because of you, honestly. It’s because of me. Because I’ve read something else, something special, and I just can’t forget it anymore. Never. I’ll never stop loving you, but it’s just not the same. I’m really, really sorry, but we’re done. I’ll never forget you, but Dorothy Dunnett’s „A Game of Kings“ is just perfect. We can still stay friends, though.
I’m late to the party: this is my first V.E. Schwab novel. And guess what? I’m now a steadfast Schwabista for life. ‚The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue‘ was my most anticipated new release-read of the year, not only because it was released on my birthday, and it was even better than I hoped. Schwab has writen an epic story full of heartbreak, love and cleverness that is carried by its extraordinary protagonist: Addie LaRue is a character you’ll – most ironically – never forget.