This is one of my fave books from my childhood. I must have read it over fifty times in two different languages.
I stumbled on an edition that doesn't This is one of my fave books from my childhood. I must have read it over fifty times in two different languages.
I stumbled on an edition that doesn't have the stupid ass film poster as it's cover and got it for my collection.
The book is so damned good, the film was so damned bad. Where the Native culture was a prominent factor in one, the whitewash Hollywood made it all about cheesy romance crap.
The thing is - i still very much remember being excited about the movie getting released. With all honesty this may as well count for my very first full on Hollywood disappointment. Shame they only multiplied throughout the years......more
“Audaces Fortuna Iuvat” Fortune favors the bold...
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When the old leg10 GOLDEN STARS!
When gods wage war, mortals scatter like ants.
“Audaces Fortuna Iuvat” Fortune favors the bold...
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When the old legends of heroes are told, time erodes away the piss and shit of those trampled by the hero's march until nothing is left but the gleaming purity of sacrifice and devotion. Funny how life is never as simple as that.
Pierce Brown has a spectacular mind. He gets that one thing perfectly, that one thing that escapes the grasp of so many aspiring and veteran authors. Train of thought. Not any single thought that goes trough our minds is simple or singular. It always develops, forms, mutates, jumps from one point to another and it's never alone. It is always accompanied by emotion. Sometimes it can even seem like shards with jagged edges that stab one another and bleed trough, carting you off in a different direction in a of a blink of an eye. Our thoughts live and breathe with us. To have an ability to capture those transitional moments is true talent, one that Brown has in abundance.
I've felt Darrow. I felt his triumph over his enemies, I've felt his confusion and loss of identity. I was lonely with him, I hurt at his side. I found joy in the moments when he thought about his lost love and the innocence that marked another life he lived.
Brown has built the Empire in it's true form. An organism, a massive beasts that digests everything in it's path. Created for a nobler purpose, but wherever we find the human element, sickness follows. Greed, power, survival of the fittest. It's amazing how humanity most often creates the very weapon that kills them. They have created gods that enslaved the world and in turn created slaves, but they forgot that all true gold is found in the dirt. The Society is a mother that nurses her children with cruelty and now has nothing else left than to embrace her Golden Son...
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I am the type of person who never judges a person on their tastes, but if you don't like this particular series....something seriously wrong witcu.......more
~It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the ~It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only..~
As this novel ended, i found myself torn to pieces. The sheer exquisite beauty of this story left me dazed and confusedWhat the fuck just happened???
As this novel ended, i found myself torn to pieces. The sheer exquisite beauty of this story left me dazed and confused, and as i look around my dismembered self, i saw a shadow cross over my bleeding hart. That would be Amber L. Johnson on her way out, and as she was about to leave, i swear i heard a voice in my mind saying. "You just got owned, bitch!"
And got owned i had... So very much!
You will find me somewhat a cruel reviewer, not my words, but have been slung my way on more then one occasion. I tend to see it in a different light. Average doesn't impress me. When dealing with an average story, one tends to focus on trivial things, and without the authors capability to keep the mind of the reader focused on the story, those trivial things become annoyances on a grand scale that ruin the whole novel.
This was not an above average story, this was so much more then simply that. This was a story about the heart wanting what the heart wants. It's simple, true and unavoidable. It was a story of bravery, not the kind of bravery one would think a person needs when loving somebody not quite as average as the rest of us. The kind of bravery of summing up the chances and reaching out to grab what you want, in spite of the odds being against you.
It's about humanity in all it's flawed glory. Where humiliation or peer pressure didn't override true emotion; where embarrassment didn't overcome or push aside the need to genuinely understand a person. To reach out to them and create something unique.
I loved this novel because the emotions i had reading it rang true. I still feel them after the story ended. Sometimes, you will find authors placing their characters in ridiculously hard and illogical situations on purpose to elicit an emotional response. The angst milkers. See they think if they torture you enough, you will eventually believe that it was an intense, deep story. I don't like stories like that, that make me want to pop a Xanax with a glass of wine just to congratulate myself for finishing the sadistic fuckers. (you know very well who you are, Tijan and the like..)
This was an intense, deep and truly emotional story. There wasn't angst in the true sense of the word. The pain i felt reading this was so sweet, it hurt that much more because of it. I got to know Lilly, and her inner monologue told me how simply human she was, and i could relate to that, because of it i could relate to her as a character. As she fell in love with Colton, so did i a little. I couldn't help myself. When she gave him wings to fly, my heart broke with hers.
So here we are, at the end of it all. I can surely say that the author presented this story with such seeming ease, that both her story and her writing style will be the envy of many. As well they should, because it was truly breathtaking.
Five dreaming, loving, colorfully painted stars, Ms. Johnson. ...more
This book has been awesome. As in mind-blown-and still-picking-up-the-pieces good. It has been a while Well spank me thrice and hand me to my momma!!!
This book has been awesome. As in mind-blown-and still-picking-up-the-pieces good. It has been a while since I've read a good contemporary romance that followed Beautiful Disaster. Maybe i have been reading too much of them but they all started blending in together.
This story is so sweet to begin with and stays sweet till the end. The characters are not your average college tits n' ass crew but actual people with an emotional range that is much larger and more delivering then simple lust.
I will not wax poetic about this novel or give you any spoilers. Get off yo ass and read this book. You won't regret it. ...more
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