I’ve read it and the best I can say about it is that it’s finally over. This the biggest disappointment of my reading life. King of Scars was a step back down the ladder, Rule of Wolves was the equivalent of jumping into an abyss. Because the plot is a clusterfucking convenience that doesn’t make any sense at all – and because this whole book is basically a marketing skit for the adaptation.
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.
This one isn’t as good as Shadow and Bone, but the introduction of Nikolai defintely makes up for it. When I say it’s not as good as the prequel, I really mean it. While the storytelling improves and Leigh Bardugo summons suprises and plot twists as Alina would summon the sun, the story as a whole suffers from a huge overload of love triangle.
So, I read it again. When I first read it, my head was still filled with the brilliance of Crooked Kingdom, so I guess I wasn’t very…objective. Anyway, I read it again, and I have to say: it’s not as good as the duology, but it’s still great.
Leigh Bardugo’s first adult novel is a dark, uncomfortable and gripping read. As always, it’s hard to get into the story, but once you’re in it, it’s impossible to put down: blessed with a fascinating protagonist, an intriguing world and a hell of a story.
Even better than Six of Crows, full of so very elaborate schemes and backstabbing…and an ending that leaves no wishes open – heartbreaking, but still great.
This is the book that revived my reading addiction. Shame on you, Leigh Bardugo, because I was on the way to, you know, socialize with people. Get a real life and stuff. But no, you had to write this book and I was stupid enough to buy it…and then everything else you’ve ever written.
This book has waffle-lover Nina Zenik, badass Zoya Nazyalensky and a lot of Nikolai Lantsov. Couldn’t ask for more…at least that’s what I thought before reading it the very first time. It turns out that there are more familiar characters from the trilogy in this one, and at least one appearance heavily affected my verdict about this book.