When you thought about a place so enchanting, so beautiful, I would only say Paris, definitely Paris. Sometimes, Copenhagen or Saint Petersburg but it would always revert back to Paris.
I’m a reader who swoons immediately when it comes to describing how wonderful a place could be. When an author describes a place in his/her story, there is that magical moment where I am being transported at the heart of it. I walk on the cobblestones, wind blows on my cheek, the smell of the breeze that makes it the place as it is, or the ordinary people passing through — it’s a picturesque world that comes to life, breathed by the author.
Once again, Laini Taylor proved herself as a deemed storyteller. I cannot fathom the exact words to describe how good she is with laying descriptive narrations for this novel. Every page of her book sprung to life. I inhabited Prague — these beautiful, eerie, and enchanting city. What she describe was Prague itself. I sat in the Poison Kitchen, or atop the cathedral, or walk in the bridges of Old Town, and eat goulash. Or for my breakfast, chocolate. Those simple things wasn’t just a narration, it is life. A life I wanted to experience.
I’m getting a ticket to Prague.
Karou had my dream hair colour, that surely the first pages of the book I am green with envy. She’s an artist and has an uncanny ability to work wonders with brushes, pencils, and paints. (And now, take me to Prague.) I share this connection whenever I read novels with characters who are artists. I understand a whole lot of Karou, minus the parentage, of her vast frustrations, the palm-twitching yearn to sketch, and draw, or paint, even amidst in the worst circumstances. And by the way, Karou had the resources to be the wanderlust I always wanted to be.
Akiva is another thing. He is absolutely perfect. You cannot ever, ever,ever describe something or someone who is perfect. And that’s what he is.
I’m so curious to know how this novel would play out in the big screen, although I’m sure Hollywood would ruin it. I just hope it wouldn’t come to that. I could imagine the beauty of Prague, the eerie Poison Kitchen, Brimstome, Issa, Yasri, and Twiga, and the monsters and angels, the reverse marionette with Zuzanna. Liraz and Hazael. Madrigal.
I could only describe Akiva and Karou as the ultimate forbidden love. I still haven’t finished the book because of too many
non-important works I needed to finish. And please tell me Karou is a daughter of a Chimaera and an Angel. Oh please let it be. I imagine Akiva falling in love with Madrigal but Madrigal fell in love with another angel. And that was what broke Akiva. Or am I completely and utterly wrong?
I needed to finish it, but I don’t know how. I have work. Also, I can’t wait to finish the book and start the second book and the third. And now I regret not buying the last book. *cries*
I can’t wait to start my reviews on this. So, just yell me to finish the book.