Thursday, April 18, 2019

89 Thoughts I Had While Re-Reading Crown Of Midnight by Sarah J. Maas

Release Date: August 27, 2013
from Bloomsbury USA Childrens
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""A line that should never be crossed is about to be breached.

It puts this entire castle in jeopardy—and the life of your friend."

From the throne of glass rules a king with a fist of iron and a soul as black as pitch. Assassin Celaena Sardothien won a brutal contest to become his Champion. Yet Celaena is far from loyal to the crown. She hides her secret vigilantly; she knows that the man she serves is bent on evil.

Keeping up the deadly charade becomes increasingly difficult when Celaena realizes she is not the only one seeking justice. As she tries to untangle the mysteries buried deep within the glass castle, her closest relationships suffer. It seems no one is above questioning her allegiances—not the Crown Prince Dorian; not Chaol, the Captain of the Guard; not even her best friend, Nehemia, a foreign princess with a rebel heart.

Then one terrible night, the secrets they have all been keeping lead to an unspeakable tragedy. As Celaena's world shatters, she will be forced to give up the very thing most precious to her and decide once and for all where her true loyalties lie... and whom she is ultimately willing to fight for."

My Thoughts:

1. Spoilers for the entire series to come.
2. This is the thing with Chaol… he doesn’t ever fully accept the darkest parts of Celaena.
3. “Are you still acting like the King’s Champion or are you back to being Celaena?” She’s always been so good at wearing different faces.
4. Ugh stupid Archer.
5. Aww poor Roland brought here just to be used.
6. Celaena spends so much time avoiding her past in Rifthold because she’s not ready yet and it’s heartbreaking.
7. Awww I somehow forgot that Wesley took out Rourke Farran.
8. Sammmmmmmmmmm *sobs forever* It. Never. Gets. Easier.
9. Mort! I love him and his sass. Wonder if he’s still chilling down in those tunnels bored with nobody to talk to.
10. IT’S ONLY HER FATE BECAUSE ELENA WAS AN IDIOT AND DUMPED THIS ON HER.
11. “Be grateful I consider you a worthy accessory” *snorts*
12. *hiss* Archer *hiss*
13. What they do to Kaltain is horrendous.
14. I love that these small moments of kindness come back to help… Celaena gives Kaltain a cloak when everyone else had forgotten her and it gets her a wyrd key.
15. “Do you think a Court like that could ever rise again?” IT WILL AND IT’LL BE EVEN BETTER
16. Blah Archer… he makes me so cranky.
17. Archer plays her so well. But this is another learning moment for Celaena. She learns from this and in the future her plans account for this kind of stuff.
18. “She has to be an imposter” I MEAN OBVIOUSLY
19. “I worry because I care. Gods help me I know I shouldn’t but I do. So I always tell you to be careful because I will always care what happens.”
20. This scene where she outraces the gloriella poison always stresses me out.
21. This Rena Goldsmith song is INSANE Aelin and Rowan foreshadowing.
22. DORIAN APPRECIATION MOMENT. When he realizes how Celaena feels he lets her go. He doesn’t get this crazy macho notion that he has to fight for her and realizes they weren’t meant to be.
23. I’m so done with judgmental Nehemia.
24. And Nehemia pretending to be surprised by everything. I know everyone loves her, but nope, sorry.
25. “Not that there’d ever been an attack on the palace and not that anyone would ever be foolish enough to try during a Royal Ball.” And that’s exactly what Celaena does a few books later haha.
26. The sweetness of this dancing scene.
27. Seriously though. With each re-read I like Nehemia less and less. She purposely misleads Celaena even when she is flat out asking the right questions or is just right.
28. And the whole Chaol and Celaena will never understand and have the responsibilities she and Dorian have… please we all know where this goes and just how much Celaena is going to sacrifice.
29. Also the judgy-ness of how dare Celaena do what she had to do for her freedom… like what… she should have stayed in Endovier and not worked for the King when this opportunity presented itself. Come on.
30. Every time Archer shows up I want to reach into the book and strangle him.
31. Aww poor Roland with the black ring on his hand… he didn’t stand a chance.
32. Baby Dorian finding his powers.
33. “Where are you going?” “To get you chocolate cake.” LOVE.
34. “The Court that Nehemia dreamed of could change the world.” YOU HAVE NO IDEA CELAENA.
35. CHAOL YOU SHOULD TELL CELAENA AND NOT FALL INTO THE KINGS TRAP.
36. “Hide from fate all you like, but it will soon find you.”
37. “I stole her from the Lord of Xandria.” I cannot.
38. I really wonder if poor Mort is bored and forgotten.
39. Again thinking of her past and then a mention of fire.
40. Gods poor Celaena… she has so much to work through still.
41. Chaol’s birthday is such a sweet scene.
42. Chaol makes me nuts. He struggles with Celaena being an assassin and then when she tells him she isn’t killing for the King he has a fit. I don’t doubt Chaol loved Celaena, because he did, but he never fully accepted certain parts of her.
43. “Does your love for yourself know no bounds?” “Absolutely none.”
44. Nehemia and Elena. Screw you both.
45. “One of them has to break.” Ugh. You both suck.
46. These people were so damn stupid kidnapping Chaol. So damn stupid. Like who did they think they were trying to draw out? She doesn’t have a reputation for talking first.
47. “Your little assassin” hahahahahaha
48. “She’s just one girl” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
49. And Ren holding this against Celaena later is such shit. Acting like she was wrong when they kidnapped Chaol.
50. And Archer drove a wedge between Chaol and Celaena perfectly. The bastard.
51. I don’t care that Nehemia actually orchestrated her death herself. Archer is a piece of crap.
52. Also this is horrible of Nehemia to do this. To herself and Celaena and her family. There HAD to be another way to get Celaena to come back to herself.
53. You know. The first time I read this book I was devastated when Chaol and Celaena fell apart. But now that I’ve come back a few times I get it. It wasn’t that Chaol didn’t tell Celaena. It was that he chose the King over her and knowing what we know now, that’s such a huge thing. When it came down to it, Chaol chose the Kings secret over telling Celaena that her best friend was in danger.
54. Also in hindsight, they weren’t together all that long.
55. Seriously they were together like four seconds because it all fell apart.
56. Kay I’m not gonna talk about this scene anymore because it’s sad and I get annoyed and everything just goes to shit. I’ve ranted about this to my Wifey too much now so I'll spare everyone the details.
57. “Make sure they’re punished one day, every last one of them.”
58. “There will be no more friends like her” you’re right, there will be better.
59. Seriously. With every re-read I love Dorian more. He is so good and so strong and he respects his friends but tells them like it is.
60. Grave deserves everything he got.
61. Just. Kill. Archer. Now.
62. Ugh this bastard. Chaol’s father is ugh.
63. Screw. You. Elena.
64. I love Dorian and Celaena’s friendship so so much. He helps her when she really needs someone.
65. “Then Celaena could become a powerhouse” HA HA HA YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.
66. “Then you will always have a place here” LOVE YOU DORIAN.
67. Wyrd keys… and here we go.
68. “Nameless is my price.”
69. Yes Dorian. You tell it like it is.
70. Witch slayer.
71. See this is the thing… Chaol always doubts Celaena when he shouldn’t because he never fully trusts her. And it’s not a bad thing, but just, they weren’t right for one another in the end.
72. Love it. Dorian just follows Celaena.
73. This monster thing obviously wants to eat Celaena and Dorian but it’s also kinda sad… this was a person that they King and Perrington destroyed.
74. It’s a testament to Celaena that the moment she realizes what is really going on with Kaltain she goes down to try and save her… to save the girl who tried to kill her.
75. Bad idea Celaena. Bad bad idea.
76. Even in death Nehemia is being horrible.
77. MOTHER EFFING ARCHER.
78. SHOULD HAVE JUST KILLED HIM.
79. But again, this is a learning moment from Celaena. She doesn’t make the same mistake twice.
80. Shit. I forgot Archer knows who she really is.
81. But see here’s the thing. Even though she finds out Archer lied and orchestrated a lot, Chaol still didn’t tell her.
82. There’s my fire breathing bitch queen.
83. See this annoys me. Chaol is almost disgusted by her fae side. In hindsight, SJM was showing us from the beginning that he wasn’t endgame, so many just didn’t see it.
84. BYE ARCHER.
85. “Wondered if he should follow her into that ancient darkness.” Looking back this is amazing foreshadowing and such double meaning. Yes, Celaena is actually walking into the dark but it’s also a reference to the dark road she’s gonna follow in Heir of Fire. And right here Chaol doesn’t follow her… but Rowan will.
86. Ahhh Chaol you think you’re doing the right thing here but *sigh* well you are doing to right thing but not for the reasons you think. You are however, sending Celaena to her mate.
87. This scene is forever heartbreaking.
88. Such an amazing ending.
89. I remember how blown away I was when I first read it. I suspected but still damn.


Wrap Up:
It’s weird. When I first read Throne Of Glass, I obviously loved the book but it was Crown Of Midnight where I was like OH so this is two books in now and it’s still fantastic, clearly this is going to be a new obsession. This was the book that sealed the deal for me, but now I think it’s my least favorite of the entire series. Still love it obviously, but I think I love the others more. Still amazing though and still gonna re-read forever and ever.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Top Ten Tuesday: Rainy Day Reads

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme created by The Broke And The Bookish and now hosted by The Artsy Reader Girl.

I think the topic this week can be a bit different for everyone. For me personally, if I am staying in on a rainy day to solely read I love curling up with a swoony romance that I can read cover to cover in one day.


Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Cover Reveal: War Of Hearts by: S. Young

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War of Hearts by S. Young
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: October 1st, 2019
Cover Designer: Hang Le

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Thea Quinn has no idea what she is. All she knows is that her abilities have been a plague upon her life since she was a child. After years of suffering at the hands of a megalomaniac, Thea escaped and has been on the run ever since.
The leadership and protection of his pack are of the utmost importance to Conall MacLennan, Alpha and Chief of Clan MacLennan, the last werewolf pack in Scotland. Which is why watching his sister slowly die of a lycanthropic disease is emotional torture. When Conall is approached by a businessman who offers a cure for his sister in exchange for the use of Conall’s rare tracking ability, Conall forges an unbreakable contract with him. He has to find and retrieve the key to the cure: dangerous murderer, Thea Quinn.Thea’s attempts to evade the ruthless werewolf are not only thwarted by the Alpha, but by outside dangers. With no choice but to rely on one another for survival, truths are revealed, intensifying a passionate connection they both fight to resist. At war with themselves and each other, Conall and Thea’s journey to Scotland forces them to face a heartrending choice between love and betrayal.

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About S. Young: Samantha Young is a New York Times and #1 International bestselling author from Stirlingshire, Scotland. On Dublin Street was Samantha's first adult contemporary romance series and has sold in thirty countries. She has since published over thirteen romance titles including the New York Times Bestsellers Into the Deep, Hero, and her most recent contemporary romance Fight or Flight. When writing Adult Paranormal romance she writes under the pen name S. Young.
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Monday, April 1, 2019

April Releases I Am Looking Forward To


This is a new feature I have started on the blog. Each month I am going to feature the upcoming releases I am most looking forward to. April is looking like an amazing book month.

April 2, 2019
This sounds so wickedly dark and delicious and so many people are loving it. This sounds like such a Teresa book and I cannot wait. 

April 2, 2019
I absolutely LOVED the original trilogy... Team Warner 5Eva... but I fell behind and I never got to Restore Me when it released last year. But that doesn't mean I'm not excited for Defy Me because I am and I cannot wait to catch up on this series.

April 2, 2019
 This sounds absolutely adorable! I loved Heart Of Iron by this author so naturally I'm looking forward to seeing this other side of her writing. 

April 9, 2019
Look... I am always gonna be sold on books with fantasy settings and magic, add in a gorgeous cover and it is just simply Teresa book bait.

April 9, 2019
I adore the Shadowhunter world and I especially love Magnus and Alec so there is no way I am not going to be excited about a book centered around them.

April 16, 2019
I'm very curious to see what EL James writes outside the Fifty Shades world. Not exactly dropping everything to pick this one up ASAP but I am curious and do want to get to it one of these days.

Coming End Of April
THAT COVER IS STUNNING! I am really excited for this one. Ever After is my favorite book from Riley Hart/Christina Lee so I am so excited they are writing another fairy tale, this one Snow White inspired.

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Chapter Reveal: Glass Castle Prince by: Nicole Williams



A glass castle shatters as easily as a glass house—all it takes is one stone.
Prince Edward has known this all of his life, and taken staunch measures to ensure he doesn’t give the public any reason to pick up their rocks. Or torches. Or pitchforks. As a twenty-two-year-old in line to ascend the throne, he lives more like a cloistered monk than his college-aged peers. Restraint is the tone of his life, resilience the theme.
That is, until he meets a young woman who couldn’t care less about his title—unless she’s poking fun at it. Charlotte Everly grew up a stone’s throw away from the royal family’s summer house, but her life was, and is, entirely different from the prince’s.
They clash at each turn, disagree on every topic, and bear a general contempt for one another. Until . . .
One night, accompanied by one proposal, leads to one lapse in judgment . . .
Results in a nationwide scandal neither of them will escape

Chapter 1:
I grew up next door to the royal family’s summer house on the banks of Lake Genovese.
Not because my family was rich and could afford one of the sprawling estates near Valmont Manor, or due to some trace of royal blood in our heritage.
​I grew up next door to Valmont because my father was the groundskeeper, our humble quarters tucked into the trees on the south end of the grounds. I grew up surrounded by privilege and wealth, but my parents had cocooned me—as overprotective types with only one child did. I never interacted with the royal family or any of the distant relations who flocked to Valmont in the summer months for the legendary parties Her Royal Highness put on. My dad left his groundskeeper position the fall I turned ten in favor of a job in the north as a park manager.
It had been a decade since I left Valmont as the groundskeeper’s daughter, but little, if anything, had changed. Royal families were like that; change came gradually, if at all, to everything from their estates to their hemlines.
​“Do you understand your position here?” The prune-faced woman, in her matronly tweed suit, came to an abrupt stop in the grand foyer, interrupting my nostalgia.
​I slipped on the same competent expression I’d worn the day I’d been interviewed for the job. “I understand.”
​“You’re quite young. The last off-season house manager was twice your age.” The woman, Mrs. Hutchinson, appraised me, the corners of her mouth turning down.
​“What I lack in age, I make up for in work ethic and energy,” I said, checking my shoes to see if I’d somehow managed to step in horse dung when I passed through the Queen Angeline Ballroom, as Mrs. Hutchison’s brow suggested. “And I spent the first ten years of my life on Valmont’s grounds. I know my way around the place.”
​“Your father was the groundskeeper, which means he wouldn’t have stepped foot in the castle.”
​“Correct.” I made sure to smile as I said it, not wanting to anger the person who was technically my boss. Thank the gods she’d be joining the royal family back at their primary estate, Stratford Castle, as soon as she left here.
​“There’s a great deal of difference between keeping the lawn green and shrubs shaped and winterizing sixty-two rooms while keeping an eye out for any signs of snow or ice damage.”
​I held my smile and reminded myself she probably didn’t mean to talk down to me. “I’m a quick learner.”
​Mrs. Hutchinson’s eyes suggested We’ll see before she walked toward one of the side doors. “Prince Edward and you are the same age, right? Did your paths ever cross when you were growing up here?”
​My nose scrunched up, since her back was to me. “He’s two years older, and no, our paths never crossed.”
Thankfully. Prince Edward was a pompous, lazy playboy whose smirk embodied everything that was wrong with society—entitlement and smugness.
​“That’s too bad. He’s such a lovely fellow.”
​“The loveliest,” I said flatly.
​When we stopped at the door, she checked to make sure the giant black binder was still clutched in my arms. She’d assured me it would answer any question I might have about my responsibilities here, as well as detail every duty, from covering the furniture with sheets to setting the thermostats.
​“Why did you decide to take the year off from Whitbridge?” she asked, slipping into her beige trench coat after checking the glum weather out the window. “It’s the most prestigious university in the country. Was the course work too rigorous?”
​My hands slid into the front pockets of my overalls. “No. I scored top marks both my first and second year.” I wasn’t sure how much I should say. “I just needed a year to decide what I want to do with my life before I commit to another two, or ten, years of college.”
​Mrs. Hutchinson chuckled, slipping on her leather gloves. “Doctors go to school for ten years, dear.”
​“Not groundskeepers’ daughters?” I said, verbalizing her probable thoughts.
​She waved me off as though I were making a bigger deal than necessary. “You know what I mean.”
​“I do,” I stated, because I did understand the way people viewed one another based on social standing and pedigree. My parents had never come right out and admitted it, but I knew my dad giving up his job as a royal groundskeeper had a lot to do with not wanting to raise me around such stunted, old-fashioned views.
​“Well, I’ll leave you to it now.” Mrs. Hutchison gave me another look, one that suggested she wasn’t sure if Valmont would be reduced to ashes when she returned with the royal family at the start of summer.
Not that she had a lot of alternatives. There were never a lot of people to apply for a position like taking care of a massive estate in the off-season in one of the most isolated places in the country. A person could go weeks here in the dead of winter without seeing another living soul, animal included.
​But I’d had my reasons for applying.
​“If anything comes up, I can be reached on my cell day and night.” Mrs. Hutchinson stepped through the door, frowning at the gray, mottled sky.
​“I’m sure everything will be exactly as you left it come June.”
​She waited under the awning for the driver equipped with an umbrella to fend off the drizzle. “I’m hopeful it will be,” she said before she climbed into the back seat of the black Aston Martin.
​There was a vehicle reserved for me to use while I was here, but it was not an Aston Martin. It was more like an old rumble-bucket truck that a person would sell turnips out of the back of.
​Standing in the doorway of Valmont, I waved at the retreating car, saying farewell to any signs of life for at least a few good weeks. Time I could use to deconstruct the funk littering my brain and hopefully find my reset button. The one that would put me back to my original factory settings, the place before life, with all of its complexities and expectations, had shoved me off my intended course.
​The magic place where I was me and knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life.
​With an excited squeal, I spun inside, locking the door to keep out the rest of the world. Alone at last.
The first thing I did was kick off my sneakers and throw my long hair into a ponytail. Then I slid through room after room, flipping on lights as I went, living out my childhood fantasy of dancing through every room I’d only seen from the outside looking in.
​It wasn’t a brief task.
​I managed to frolic my way through half of the rooms on the main floor before I gave myself a side-ache and declared my childhood fantasies fulfilled.
​Catching my breath at the bottom of the grand staircase, I decided it was time to get to work. The majority of the rooms would be sealed up during my stay, the third floor of the west wing remaining open for my use. The black book of all things Valmont instructed I was to start in the ballroom, but the inherent rebel inside me decided to start in the dining room.
​I preferred to get the biggest chores done first, saving the easiest ones for last. The dining room could take a solid week of work, judging by the list in the binder.
​Setting my portable speaker on one of the windowsills, I selected my favorite playlist, rolled up my sleeves, and got to work.
​The playlist was on its third replay and my elbows felt like the size of grapefruits when the clock chimed twelve times. Blowing wisps of hair from my face, I assessed my progress. The silver candlestick holders had been polished and tucked away into one of the mahogany buffets. The massive table had been shined to glass, as had the actual windows, which were now drawn by curtains.
​I took a few minutes to throw fresh white sheets over the furniture before deciding a cup of something warm was in order before bed—cocoa, coffee, milk, tea, I wasn’t picky.
​The staff kitchen was tucked into the back of the house, where a small gravel lot was used for staff members’ cars during the summer. The kitchen was dark and still smelled of bleach and lemon cleaner. I was about to flip on the lights when an unexpected sound came from the direction of the side door coming off the staff entrance.
​Holding my breath, I waited, hoping it was the wind making funny noises, rather than a home invader. There was no shortage of royal nutters out there, plus those looking to make some extra cash by selling a heisted painting on the black market.
​The doorknob jiggled. A definite, deliberate jiggle. So much for the wind theory.
​Crouching, I grabbed the closest item that seemed self-defense worthy, cursing myself for leaving my phone in the dining room playing Joan Jett yet again.
The stainless steel skillet was heavier than I expected, and it took both of my hands to wield. After stumbling across the house, I positioned myself to the side of the front door, in the ideal spot to either knock out the intruder or make a run for it myself.
​The doorknob rattled again, right before the door whined open. Adrenaline flooding my system, I raised the skillet above my head and waited...
​For half of a second.
​“Die!” The word shot out of me on its own as I drove the skillet down on the black-hooded head that had skulked inside.
​The person dropped instantly, limbs sprawling across the white-tiled floor.
​“I got him,” I whispered, still clutching my weapon of choice.
​Several figures came rushing through the doorway, followed by another handful more.
​“Freeze!” I hollered, winding the pan back for another swing.
“What the hell?” One of them gasped when they noticed the motionless form on the floor. “Who are you?”
“Who are you?” I replied, my fingers fumbling for the light switch that was somewhere beside me.
A rumble of what could have been sighs or laughter passed between the three as I finally found the switch. Light flooded the kitchen, illuminating the scene . . . and my mistake.
“I’m the Duke of Westington,” the one closest to me answered, as the other two crouched beside the one I’d cracked with the skillet. “And that, splayed out on the floor thanks to your skill with kitchenware, is Prince Edward.”



Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.
Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.


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