I like stuff with romantic elements and angst, usually YA, fantasy, paranormal/urban fantasy or variations thereof. Usually wrinkles nose at sci-fi due to unlikely tech. Straight girl who likes boys that like boys!
Wow. Ungh. I have no idea how to rate this. I’m not even sure I LIKED it, even though it is unquestionably a good book. It pulled me all over the place: made me frustrated, anxious and uncomfortable. And at times amused.
Leah Raeder, I almost hate you for building tension little by little through an entire book, hinting every now and then that the future would not be all that great. I was on eggshells. I didn’t want to read. I wanted to read. I hoped the shoe would drop, just to get it over with; I wanted the tension gone without pain. I squirmed. Put the book down. Grabbed it again after two seconds. Sighed loudly. Rearranged myself endlessly. Made faces.
My boyfriend unhelpfully told me I shouldn't get so emotionally invested in my books. But it's why reading is so amazing. Except it sucks in a good way when you get that hot, shifty uneasy queasy thing rolling in your stomach because characters are on a snowball of doom, and you don’t want them to be.
The prose is beautiful, but sometimes it almost got in the way because I just wanted the story to unfold faster, let me off the hook, get back to my real life where I didn’t have that restless feeling of wanting but not wanting to read. I think I would probably be able to appreciate it a lot more on a second reading, when I know how things will go.
It is probably a 5-star for getting to me that much. I don't want to do it again anytime soon. My next book has to have an extra helping of fluff.