I promised this review a few months ago, after reviewing Death's End (translated by Ken Liu), and I'm here to deliver on that promise. So without further ado, let's discuss The Grace of Kings. Hoo boy.
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I promised this review a few months ago, after reviewing Death's End (translated by Ken Liu), and I'm here to deliver on that promise. So without further ado, let's discuss The Grace of Kings. Hoo boy.
So I wasn't really expecting a sequel to The Everything Box; The Wrong Dead Guy caught me a little off-guard. That said, I loved the concept of the Men-in-Black-esque DOPS, even if I didn't love all the characters, so I figured I'd give this one a whirl. Plus, mummies. I mean, duh.
Picking up a debut author's novel is like rolling the dice. Sometimes you get something really amazing; other times, you end up disappointed by the little things that prevent it from reaching its full potential.This time, after reading Thoraiya Dyer's Crossroads of Canopy, I'm sitting somewhere in the middle, but closer to the former.
As I wrote a few weeks ago, A Conjuring of Light was my most anticipated book of 2017. Both of Schwab's previous books in the series were wonderful reads with a fully developed world(s), nuanced characters, clever magic and terrifying villains. It will shock no one to learn that the conclusion to the Shades of Magic series is no different.
You might conclude from my review of Twelve Kings in Sharakhai that I loved the book and the world Beaulieu created. You would be correct. So it will come as no surprise to learn that on the release day for With Blood Upon the Sand, I waltzed to my local B&N, impatiently made them go get a copy from the back, and then waltzed back home to start reading it (despite the enormous stack of "To Reads" currently sitting on my shelf).
Over Christmas of 2015, I went home to visit my parents like I usually do. As part of that visit, I typically raid their DVR (since I refuse to pay for cable channels I don't want) to catch up on shows I'm interested in. My dad, who shares my tastes, mentioned SyFy's new show The Expanse was good, so I enjoyed two episodes.Then I promptly forgot to watch the rest and went home.
When I picked up this book, I thought for sure I'd whiz through it in a few days. It's not very long, and I'm a rather fast reader.Then I ground to a halt within the first few chapters.
Believe it or not, I almost walked past this one. While I do keep up with my favorite authors and read recommendations, I find a lot of new books/authors simply by skimming the SF/F section at my local Barnes & Noble. They had Twelve Kings in Sharakhai, but the title didn't grab me. I bought other books, I left. This happened two or three times before I finally picked up the book, read the blurb and decided to give it a whirl.
Many years ago, Anne Rice was my introduction to vampires. I don't read extensively in the genre (since I'm not huge on romance), but Rice's vampires were always these tragic, heart-rendingly beautiful figures that I couldn't help but fall in love with. (For the record, Marius is my favorite.) I've read several, though not all, of her Vampire Chronicles over the years, and I was pleased with the recent Prince Lestat, enjoying the dive into vampire history.
Before we begin, some context: I picked up Lirael at a book fair in seventh grade because I liked the cover and the description on the back. That book resonated with me in a way no other book had up until that point, except possibly Harry Potter. Lirael was like me, someone who found solace in books, someone who felt like she didn't quite fit in with others. Since then, I've found myself re-reading the Old Kingdom trilogy almost once a year, and each return to the Old Kingdom feels like going home.
I've finished reading the English translation of the conclusion to Cixin Liu's scifi epic - and, as with its predecessors, I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with it.
I'm not sure whether it's good or bad that I still have mixed feelings about this series.
Here is yet another middle book in a series that strongly surpasses the first book. The Obelisk Gate is a stunner, containing several shocking developments, many exciting displays of orogeny and more than its fair share of character drama, making for a book that should top Best Of lists for 2016.
I don't always read Hugo award winners, but when I do...I usually really like them. I keep an eye on the Hugos every year. Drama notwithstanding, I tend to pick up one or two of the nominees afterward. This year, after NK Jemisin won for The Fifth Season, I picked it up in my local Barnes & Noble, read the back, bought it on the spot, skipped it to the front of the reading queue and then tore through it in two days.
I know, I know. Don't judge me. Dune books are like drugs for me. I'm so in love with the world that I can't stop reading them, and while the original Dune is clearly the best by an astronomical margin, I enjoy revisiting the world as Brian Herbert and Kevin Anderson craft new stories in it.
I actually finished this book several months ago, but I've been so behind that it's taken me this long to review it. Which is a shame, because wow - this was such a good conclusion to The Chronicle of the Unhewn Throne series. Slow clap for Mr. Brian Staveley.
Jay Kristoff - yet another author I wasn't keeping close enough tabs on. I read his The Lotus War series two years ago (fortunately I discovered it just as Endsinger came out and was able to go straight through all three). After that, I neglected to add him to my list and thus, when I stumbled across Nevernight, the first book in a new series by him, I was pleasantly startled and immediately purchased it. Man, am I glad I did.
Readers, there's something you should know about me: I love weird books. Which means that China Mieville rocketed to the top of my favorite authors list after reading only one of his books, and he's now on my list of authors-whose-books-I-buy-without-reading-plot-synopses.
I went ahead and purchased A Symphony of Echoes after I'd gotten about halfway through its predecessor, because I was certain I would want to read it. In a rather unusual move for me of late, I moved from one book directly into its sequel, with no time between.
You're not supposed to judge books by their covers, but sometimes you can't help it. In this case, it wasn't so much the cover as it was the title. With a title like Just One Damned Thing After Another, it's hard not to pick up the book after a long day being stressed at the office.