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And then, suddenly, almost at the merciful end of this suffering: “The movement so perfect that I knew I’d one day paint it.” We’re still pretending that Feyre paints? Between the same diverse selection of identical sex scenes, identical training scenes, identical war discussion scenes, I don’t think she has time for something so banal as a singular interest or hobby. She never does it, but it’s mentioned a handful of times in the beginning of the book. Speaking of the aforementioned schedule, it’s no wonder that that thing Feyre used to do called “painting” is dropped like a hot potato. So much of this book was me silently screaming. Just enough time for her to be CAUGHT BY THE DAEMATI (a Cassandra Clare-esque douchey term that pretty much means “species of bad guy,” to the best of my recollection). For example, when she traps Ianthe and ties her up or whatever, she spends an unbelievable amount of time indulging an evil-villain-revenge rant. Like Rhys, Feyre also manages to find time in her packed schedule of sex scenes and repetitive dialogue to be incredibly, incontrovertibly dumb.

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Either he is full on f*cking Feyre (sick alliteration, Emma) or he must be actively prevented from jumping in front of poisoned weapons with the half-hearted motivation of Heroism To Save My Family (even if it’s not at all clear why doing this would save them, because whatever none of the plans in this book make a lick of sense anyway).īecause, as if this book weren’t fun enough, it rivals the Fast and the Furious franchise for use of the my-real-family-is-the-one-I-made-not-the-one-I-was-born-with cliché.

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(At least that movie has both Colin Firth and Hugh Grant to distract me from Renee viciously critiquing her own body and, like, spilling coffee all over herself or whatever.) He is capable of two actions, like a mildly impressive Ken doll: 1) sex person and 2) valiant hero trying to kill himself in the name of his friends constantly. Rhys makes me cringe harder than Renee Zellweger in Bridget Jones’ Diary. It is also X-rated, due to the strength of my anger and the copious sex scenes in the source material. We’ve got some categories to run through.ĭISCLAIMER: This review is teeming with spoilers. That shouldn’t scream “rational and in control of her passionate fury” to you. I counted two hundred (and two) uses of a word over seven hundred pages.

Seven pages of sh*t to complain about.Īnd I’ve never been an efficient reviewer.

If you feel satisfied enough to just remove yourself from this review, run with that feeling. That statistic alone should be enough to justify this one star rating. That’s the number of times that the word “mate,” in any of its hellish forms, is used in this book.

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