I was ready to quit about halfway through. The writing was atrocious, but I blame the editor or lack thereof. There must have been an editor, right? I bought this book at fucking Target. Really, creative license can only excuse so much. The similes and metaphors she used drove me bonkers. "A shiver spider-walked down my spine." So what? You might say. No, it wasn't that bad by itself, but they just kept coming. "A brush of ice slithered across my nape." And, just, word choice. Terror isn't "unabashed." You don't "peel back" from someone (unless you're literally stuck to them). These kinds of things. Little things, but they irk the shit out of me.
The plot crept along like a legless zombie. No complaints about insta-love here people! With assurances from Sistertard it would get better, I tried my best to overlook the smirking and beholding and kept reading. The second half of the story was fast-paced, full of action and intrigue and interesting new characters. I'm not entirely sure I liked Feyre, although she surprised me again and again with her brutality and vulgarity. Tamlin? He was dull. As much fun as a rock. No, that's an insult to rocks. I prefer Lucien over him. Rhysand? Yes. Yes. Yes. Although I can already see how Maas is going to tease us with Rhysand and Feyre's relationship, even though there's no doubt she'll end up with Tamlin, who she lurves.
All my whining complete, I should say I was impressed with Maas' imagination and her ability to wrap up all those annoying plot holes and weave together an ending that made sense of all the madness.
What I enjoyed most of all was my inability to predict what would happen next. It's very rare that I read drivel and don't have a pretty good sense of how things will end up. I can't say I've read any lately that end with the heroine murdering innocents. Way to go, Feyre!
I'll keep reading this series, but it's not a priority.
Goodreads 3/5 stars
J. L. Dodd
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