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.
This is bullshit. The language is ancient, the characters are boring, there are stupid poems and songs in the middle of the text! And there are no queer or diverse characters! It’s escapism and has nothing to say about the issues of our modern world! And it’s just so boring!
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.
No, it’s true. This isn’t a mistake. I haven’t had some sort of fit that made me miss that fifth star. I also didn’t sneeze so hard that I missed the fourth star. I’ve really, out of the dephts of my conscience and heart, given one of Sabaa Tahir’s books only three stars.
Sorry, but I hated it. The writing was far too fast and hurried and things happened and happened and there was action and action and action and there were almost no other linking words than and and or and the sentences were so long and unreadable like this same sentence here.
Mistborn, LOTR, Malice…what a way to spend Lockdown 2.0!
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.