There were the ones that I understood but were so eyeroll-worthy that I wished I didn't: I read sentences and thought "Huh?!" It hurt trying to figure out what Kristoff was saying. Lots of descriptions, overuse of similes and metaphors (did I mention that they don't make sense?) until I had no idea what was going on. Clearly this works for a lot of people, but it was not for me. That is a fantastic description for this book! A collection of similes and metaphors that do not make sense. I once said that Shatter Me was not a novel it was a collection of similes and metaphors that do not make sense. You know what it reminds me of? Shatter Me.
Ulysses is easier to read than this book. Nevernight is so difficult to get through that I got to a point where I was just counting the pages until I could return to Tana French. And I had to go read the blurb to remind myself what the book was about. Judge away, O readers, judge away, but I could not force myself through. Quitting now would be a mark of failure, like a baby bird that flutters its wings for the very first time, stretching them out with the promise, the hope, of flight, only to return, defeated, to its nest.
It pained, O readers, it pained! Persevere, I thought. I turned these pieces of former tree, the midnight ink recounting a narrative tumefied by metaphoric wanderings. If I were to write a review in the style of this book, it would begin something like this: "The three suns hanging on a chain about his throat tried to gleam, but the clouds in the crying sky told them no."
Will she even survive to initiation, let alone have her revenge? But a killer is loose within the Church’s halls, the bloody secrets of Mia’s past return to haunt her, and a plot to bring down the entire congregation is unfolding in the shadows she so loves. If she bests her fellow students in contests of steel, poison and the subtle arts, she’ll be inducted among the Blades of the Lady of Blessed Murder, and one step closer to the vengeance she desires. Now, Mia is apprenticed to the deadliest flock of assassins in the entire Republic-the Red Church. But her gift for speaking with the shadows leads her to the door of a retired killer, and a future she never imagined. Alone and friendless, she hides in a city built from the bones of a dead god, hunted by the Senate and her father’s former comrades. In a land where three suns almost never set, a fledgling killer joins a school of assassins, seeking vengeance against the powers who destroyed her family.ĭaughter of an executed traitor, Mia Corvere is barely able to escape her father’s failed rebellion with her life.
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