Buckle up and fasten your seat belt, folks, cause I’m about to demand a HYPE for this.
Lots of good ideas, some wasted potential, an interesting Panemesque setting on Mars, but too much bad writing, Sevro ex machina and Darrow Stu for my taste – still, this series looks promising.
So. I finally read this. Many thanks go out to everyone who kept recommending this one to me because reading this has been a joy. The first couple of chapters were just okay, but once Thomas Senlin entered the Parlor, this had me hooked.
The first part of this one is a bland The Name of the Wind fanfiction. Nothing more.
Behold: my first five star-read of 2021. ‚Best Served Cold‘ features an expertly constructed plot from the master of character writing. It’s a wild mixture of The Count of Monte Cristo and Kill Bill, a revenge story par excellence, graced with Abercrombie’s fleshed-out anti-heros: his best book yet.
A predictable Urban Fantasy in a Hong Kongish setting that reveals what’s gonna come right at the start by its choice of narrators. Technically well-written but without a soul.
2020 has been a LONG year and I guess we’re all glad it’s almost over. However, in terms of reading it’s been quite a good year for me. ‚Good‘ meaning ‚busy‘.
First things first: I’m very disappointed because this book included a lot of tropes and things I hate within books – HOWEVER, if you’re okay with these things, you’ll love this one. But I didn’t. I’ve had a lot of negative thoughts about its two last prequels (I still love Ember, but I felt that I got weaker and weaker afterwards) and all of the things I hated, especially in A Reaper at the Gates, are here once again. And there’s even more.
HAPPY PUBLICATION DAY TO ME! Das Resultat von acht Jahren Nervenzusammenbrüchen, Panikattacken und ruchlosen Charakterstreichungen ist ab heute erhältlich. Also wühlt euch durch den frisch gefallenen Schnee und strömt in die Buchhandlungen, ihr Menschen, oder ordert es über den Onlinehändler Eures Vertrauens!
Eines Morgens kam der Hase zum Igel und fand ihn lesend an seinem Tisch.
„Igel, was liest du da?“, fragte der Hase.
„Das Buch vom Klaus“, sagte der Igel.