A Court of Thorns and Roses – Sarah J. Maas

First things first, for some reason, likely idiocy, I had a recollection that A Court of Thorns and Roses was a retelling of Sleeping Beauty. I even told my mother 2 days ago that I had at last figured out how this was a retelling of Sleeping Beauty.

It was not.

What it was, was a retelling of Beauty and the Beast + Fae Mythology.

Win.

Plus, I’m a huge fangirl for  Sarah J. MaasThrone of Glass series.

Total win!

Or so I thought.

Feyre (pronounced Fay-ruh which, after a Google search, I have determined means ‘fair one‘ is possibly the worst name ever picked for a book about faeries, where, Feyre somewhat phonetically reads like faerie)  is a hunter, and the only decent (?)  person in her family of assholes. Her mother is gone, her father has lost everything and her sisters are selfish idiots. But, for the sake of a pretty lousy promise to her mother 100 years ago or something, Feyre looks after them all, without thanks or – for real- reason. 

Out hunting in the woods to escape feed her family, she ends up killing a Faerie wolf which is completely uncool and is thus, whisked away to live a life of luxury as punishment with the High Lord of the Spring Court in the Faerie lands. Horrible punishment. Terrible, really.

I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line. “Has anyone ever taken care of you?” he asked quietly.
“No.” I’d long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it.

That quote there ^^ total lie. She feels sorry for herself 10000 times a day.

Tamlin, the High Lord, and his Court of Spring all have masks over their faces, the result of an apparent curse by an evil Queen we know virtually nothing about until the last third of the book. And yes, I’m talking about masked ball type masks, which never EVER felt necessary in the telling of this story.

This book took me 4 *gasp* months to read, which, if you know me, should tell you quite a lot since anything that takes me more that a week (except Sanderson‘s bloody doorstops) to read probably means it sucks. But, surprisingly, this does not. Sure 75% of this book is Feyre bemoaning her fine things, freedom and protection, and trying to find away to escape to her asshole family, which makes no sense, because THEY ARE ASSHOLES. But the last 25% or so is blood, and gore, and torture, and it’s awesome and quite good on the feels. I have this sick need for immortals to be brutal in books, and am rarely satisfied when they are the nice guy. I mean, occasionally is okay, but they need to be ready to bring the pain at any given moment.

Blood filled my mouth, warm as it dribbled out between my lips. I gazed at Tamlin’s masked face one last time.
“Love,” I breathed, the world crumbling into a blackness with no end. A pause in Amarantha’s magic. “The answer to the riddle…,” I got out, chocking on my own blood, “is… love.”

I have a very big, extreme problem with a particular event preceding the aforementioned awesome bloodbath in which all of a sudden, from nowhere, a minor character reveals and explains absoultely everything, answers every question I had developed along the way IN A SINGLE MONOGRAPHIC PARAGRAPH. Okay, what?

It was all waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too convenient.

And, the bloodydamn masks. Even after the explanation was offered, still not even necessary.

Despite all of my complaints I’m still giving this three stars. Because I’m crazy. No really, it’s because besides the many faults, I happen to be a very big fan of Sarah J. Maas‘ writing, not to mention the source material which has fascinated me since I was a child (the fair folk and such – not Beauty & the Beast).  Even though somewhat dull for the first 70% or so, it had its flashes of beauty, or just those lines that stick out as being profound in a story – those real moments that you know just came to an author and have no evidence of being forced. And, in my experience, Sarah nails those.

“Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him.
“Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.”

Big question as the story continues, and I will continue – whilst things seem to be peachy for lovely Tamlin and sour old Feyre when the book finishes – will Celeana Feyre be able to live with the price of their happiness? We all know how these things end up, don’t we, Khaleesi?

“As I lifted the ash dagger, something inside me fractured so completely that there would be no hope of ever repairing it. No matter how many years passed, no matter how many times I might try to paint her face.”

See? FEEEEEELS.

There is also a hint of a love triangle (ughhhhhh) moving forward, and an interesting reaction I am looking forward so seeing explained.

3 out of 5 stars for A Court of Thorns and Roses.

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