A Court of Thorns and Roses Book Review.
It’s hard to express how much I love the works of Sarah J. Maas, but for the sake of book lovers everywhere, I’ll try. A painting might have been more appropriate in this particular instance to convey the highlighted textures of such colourful imagery, but alas I am burdened by a lack of talent in that particular area. So it falls to me to whisk you away to the depths of an endless pit of imagination, with nothing more than the words that fill my scrupulous mind.
I’ll begin by saying, that though this book did not quite reach the heights of Throne of Glass––not too many novels do––it was more than an engaging read. In fact, I would place it somewhere between Twilight and Outlander in terms of its ability to draw you into its story.
A big call, I know, but one I’m more than willing to make.
It wasn’t the landscapes or pure imagination of this book that initially snared me in its net, nor was it the many layered characters that filled each and every page, no … It was the idea––one I must confess I’ve yet to come across in my days of reading––of brutally strong fairies as fierce as warriors, wandering the courts of different seasons, that helped my early expectations of this book soar to unforeseen heights. Sure there have been some that have dabbled with the idea, but the characters in this book reminded me of a cross between elves and dwarves, relatively unique with a twist of the familiar. But it is the way that the story builds that is most engaging. Of course, as is the nature of any good narrative, there are moments that drag on––it’s the building process––yet the steady flow of deception, romance and pure adrenaline-charged action has you wondering how on earth you are ever going to get to sleep. It’s a wonderful Utopia that can transcend from fiction into dreams, but that’s exactly what happens when you flick through the pages of this book.
All of this is despite the fact that the main character (Feyre Archeron) is relatively ordinary (apart from her sharp tongue and many layers of attitude), so the way the author finds her mark, the way she engages you, lifting you into the mind of a girl entirely out of her depth, well … it is beyond genius––it’s story telling from a literary mastermind. We’re not quite talking George R. R. Martin just yet, but there’s time, she could still surpass him one of these days.
I’m not going to give away any more of the story than is necessary, that wouldn’t be fair of me, so I’ll simply reflect and express my gratitude at the world that has been created, the world that brings humans and fairies together with such unexpected fluency. I must confess, it did have me wishing that the words of such fiction could fall off the pages and stumble into the oh so boring world we know so intimately. Give me a set of wings and a little magic any day, even if that does mean a curse will consume me (a wink to the plot). However, it is the build towards the appearance of the main antagonist that gives this book its fitting conclusion. For me, it danced on a tightrope of suspense and anticipation, swaying this way and that, eventually, however, with the assistance of a perfectly placed antihero (Rhysand), it finds its balance, exceeding all expectations.
It is a book that could have gone wrong in so many ways, but due to Maas’ wizardry with the use of the written word and her uncanny knack of drawing you into her visionary world, the only lamentable aspect of the story that I could find, was that it didn’t continue on forever. I’m not one to say it’s a must read, that would be remiss of me, so all I’ll simply say is this: for those of you with eyes for reading …
You get the picture.
A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas.
*Cover image from Goodreads.