I have always imagined that paradise would be a kind of library.
Not all books are written equal. Some are meant to be greater than others. The hardest part is figuring out which one is which.
People don’t choose books. Books choose people.
What might seem great for you might not be the same for others. And what might seem terrible for some, might just be the right one for you.
★★★★★ – One word. PERFECT.
★★★★☆ – Lacking just a tiny bit of something.
★★★☆☆ – Good but not great.
★★☆☆☆ – Disappointing.
★☆☆☆☆ – Terrible.
Everything in this blog are my opinions.
I rate books based on feeling. A book could have the greatest plot and the best writing but if it will not give me that certain feeling while reading it, I might not like it. Please be warned.
If I were to describe this book in one word, it would be hopeful.
It’s what I felt after reading this book. Hope for a better tomorrow, hope for a better world, and hope that people can change for the better.
The first book, All These Broken Stars, is one of my favourite books of all time. Sadly, I didn’t quite love this one as much. To me, it had the second book syndrome. It existed to build up the story, to prepare us for the end.
If I were to choose a book I would want to live in, it would be this. Laini Taylor has crafted Weep so beautifully, you can’t help but marvel at it. This book gave me wings to a kind of freedom unbound by the rules of reality — the world of dreams. And I was so lost in it.
Books take you to places even your feet can’t reach and this is one of the most wonderful journeys I’ve ever been to. If there is one thing Laini Taylor’s books have in common, it is the beautiful writing. She is a master storyteller and her words are the perfect foundation. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to stay in it.
I believe poetry is a personal form of art that is subjective. It makes you feel things when it hits close to home. This book is no exception.
I found out about this book when I saw a post from a Twitter account I follow called Poems Porn. I read the last entry in the book entitled Looking for Ice Cream and I knew I needed to read more.
I wanted to like this more than I did. But for me, this is the kind of poetry that you either relate to or you don’t.
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
– John Green
“You’re you,’ he repeats, his eyes full of grief. ‘You’re the same girl who crashed on this planet with me, who I dragged through forests and over mountains, who climbed through a shipwreck full of bodies to save my life. You’re the same girl I loved, and I love you now.”
Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
Below is a list of books I’ve read recently that I loved. Check them out!
Emmy’s best friend, Oliver, reappears after being kidnapped by his father ten years ago. Emmy hopes to pick up their relationship right where it left off. Are they destined to be together? Or has fate irreparably driven them apart?
Emmy just wants to be in charge of her own life. She wants to stay out late, surf her favorite beach—go anywhere without her parents’ relentless worrying. But Emmy’s parents can’t seem to let her grow up—not since the day Oliver disappeared… More
The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around—and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance or lose his dream forever.
What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?… More
Eva Walker has literally one friend—if you don’t count her quadruplet three-year-old-siblings—and it’s not even because she’s a math nerd. No, Eva is a loner out of necessity, because everyone and everything around her is an emotional minefield. All she has to do is touch someone, or their shirt, or their cell phone, and she can read all their secrets, their insecurities, their fears… More