Added to my GOD TIER ROMANCE LOST!
It is so perfect. It hits just that right spot between light and dark romances. And between normal and borderline fucked up.
I adore this book. It is the hit of fresh, cold air that hit me in a desert and I didn't even know it could exist.
I feel so depraved of it all. That no one etalks about this book enough; I hav enever even been recommended this but I cannot see how people would sleep on it.
It deserves the fame the twisted series by Ana Huang got. This is that and so much more.
I loved the groveling and the yearning; the possessive nature and the respect and the no-tolerance policy Ares has towards anythingand literally anyone that upsets Raven in the slightest.
I love how his family is more hers than her own. I absolutely adore how everyone had her back when she needed it without her ever having to ask.
Yes, she did suffer a lot at the hands of those she loved most, but it was worth the character development arc in the end.
I went absolutely FERAL over this book. And I see no getting over it anytime soon. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Boy, do I love this book!
I absolutely adore how they went from true cut-throat enemies to acquaintances who tolerated-each-other-for-Aiden to friends who wanted-what-was-best-for-Aiden to I-would-kill-anyone-who-harmed-you lovers to Aiden's parents to parents of two.
Cherry on top? Jason stating that since Lucy hadn't asked for his permission before calling him daddy, he wasn't gonna ask for her permission to walk her down the aisle to Adam.
The highlights:
(1) She smiled as if she were fondly remembering, in that way she did when she said things that were totally inexplicable to him. It sent a twinge of fear sparking through his veins-but fear of what? The mundane world itself that she would one day return to, leaving him and his universe of demons and hunters, scars and battle, gratefully behind?
(2) But he had never felt desire like this, a clean fire that burned away thought, that made his hands not tremble, exactly, but thrum with nervous energy.
(3) He hated the way she said Simon's name. Jace had never felt anything like this before. Nothing unnerved him like Clary did. He remembered coming to her in that alleyway behind the coffee shop and wanting to draw her outside, away from the dark-haired boy she was always with, into his world of shadows. He had felt even then that she belonged where he did, not to the mundane world where people weren't real, where they passed just beyond his vision like puppets on a stage. But this girl, with her green eyes that pinned him like a butterfly-she was real. Like a voice heard in a dream, but that he knew came from the waking world, she was real, piercing the distance he had set so carefully about himself like a moat around a castle.
(4) “But she's so beautiful.” “So are you,” Jace said, automatically, and saw Clary's expression change. He couldn't read her face. It wasn't as if he had never told a girl she was beautiful before, but he couldn't remember a time it wasn't calculated. That it was accidental. That it made him feel like going to the training room and throwing knives, and kicking and punching and fighting shadows until he was bloody and exhausted. She just looked at him, quietly. The training room it was, then.
(5)And he was astonished. He didn't work like this; his body didn't do things without his permission. It was his instrument as much as the piano, and he has always been in perfect command of it. But she tasted sweet, like apples and sugar, and her body in his arms was trembling. She was so small; his arms went around her, to steady her, and he was lost. He understood suddenly why kisses in movies were filmed the way they were, with the camera endlessly circling, circling: the ground was unsteady under his feet and he clung to her, small as she was, as if she could hold him up. His palms smoothed down her back. He could feel her breathing against him in a gasp between kisses. Her thin fingers were in his hair, on the back of his neck, tangling gently, and he remembered the medianox flower and the first time he saw it and thought, Here is something too beautiful to properly belong in this world.
(6)Her green eyes fluttered all the way open, and she looked amused. It pricked his ego slightly. After that kiss, shouldn't she be fainting at his feet? But she was grinning.
(7) he felt her soft laughter travel through their joined hands-how did that happen? And he understood. He understood why people held hands: hed always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it wasn't. It was about maintaining contact. It was about speaking without words. It was about I want you with me and Don't go.(8) Jace thought of all the times that he'd been in this situation before. Kissing some girl in an alley behind a bar, or pressed up against the wall of a club. And her boyfriend, or the poor guy who'd thought he had a chance, staring at them like someone had just reached into his chest and ripped out his heart. Jace had always felt sorry for that guy, but in a distant sort of way, like the guy was a character in a play acting out being heartbroken. Now, looking at Simon, he realized he'd never feel that way again. Because the way Clary was looking at Simon, her whole attention caught up by him, her regret plain on her face, made him realize Simon wasn't the guy in the play who was about to get his heart shattered into pieces. Jace was.
Rip my heart out and step on it, why don't you, Cassandra?! You do it literally, might as well do it in real.
So, you mean to tell me that Henry can literally print, bind, annotate and draw illustrations for the book Halle wrote to win her over and I am supposed to accept opening my own doors?!
Unacceptable. At this point, I want everything or I want nothing. If I fall, it will be for someone above the standards these fictional men have set or I am not going to pursue relationships at all.
Honestly?
It was unoriginal..
I agree.
I accept that there is no lie in that.
This was like “if Hunger Games and Shatter me” had a baby and the baby looked exactly like them. The first half being Hunger Games, love triangle trope inspired especially by Shatter me and the second half being Catching fire (second hunger games novel) and the latter parts of the shatter me series.
It was the same and I kept feeling that whilst reading the whole thing but.. but... but....
And just hear me out
.....but..... the vibes were immaculate and I was thoroughly invested. I know the drill and I was still invested like I was the one in the purging.
And for that and that alone, I'm giving it two more stars than it should get.
I am a reader and I judge books based mostly on how they make me feel. This one right here?It even had me sobbing.