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4.25 Stars. Today on Faetal Attraction: Am I still alive or is this the Seventh circle of Hel?
Commenté aux États-Unis 🇺🇸 le 1 mars 2022
Hello trauma, my old friend. Will there ever BE a book in this series that doesn’t end with shaving a few years off my life? If you’re wondering, the answer is no, no it will not. Can one lose one’s voice by yelling in their kindle notes? Because I did, and I feel like I really screamed myself hoarse. I have literally never been so stressed in my entire life over a book as I have with this series. Well whatever, at least it keeps my mind off of real life crappiness. Bleak, but we take what we can get.
Every time I finish one of these books, I become a different person from when I started it. It’s a whole transformative experience; not always in a good way, but apparently in a way I can’t stop inhaling down my eyeballs. Or whatever the correct expression is, because I really don’t know anything anymore. And the authors have this way of injecting enough humor and hope and happiness into the narrative in every single book that keeps drawing me in and putting a smile on my face and sh-t, before cruelly pulling the rug right from underneath me. I go down flailing, but then I get up, dust myself off, and head right back into the fray. For real, deranged laughter was all I came up with when I read that authors’ note at the end. I see you, ladies, I see those evil cackles at my pain.
Beware maybe some spoilers beyond this point? Especially for previous books. Idk, proceed with caution.
The main reason that I keep going back for more, and the only one that matters really, is the characters that have creeped and clawed and fought their way into my heart (and okay, the insanely fun world building). I love the lot of them so much that I would die for them, even when they make me mad. At the end there I was about to throw hands for each of them, still am. Because this time at last, they’re a real team. Alone they’re formidable, together they’re a glorious force. The rivalries aren’t gone, but set aside for a worthier fight. Romance might play a big role in these books, but the intricate, twisted, complex relationships within the Vegas and the Heirs and their growing little tribe, are the true star of the show. While the twins (and now Gabriel) and their bonds fill my soul with starlight, the friendships they’ve made within their found family sets those stars ablaze. Darcy finding her emotional support puppy when she needed it most melted my heart into a gooey pulpy mess, as did Tory finding her own emotional support fish 😭 My girls deserve the world after all the crap they go through.
Orion teaching Darcy even when he’s no longer her teacher both turns me on and makes me swoon. Stars can I have my own bossy fae vampire too please and thanks. Darius really does have the emotional range of a teaspoon, totally clueless about what’s right in front of him, but I get it, dude has issues. And then at the end, he had to go and make me dissolve in tears. Dammit Dragon boy. Just please let my vampire-Phoenix-Phoenix-dragon foursome be okay dear stars please! Not that kind of foursome, you gutter rats. The wolf-vampire slow burn we’re being subjected to is about to drive me to drink, and if anything happens to either of them, I will riot. Team Saleb all the way. Max and Geraldine, my noble beautiful duo, all I pray for is your HEA with cuddly, hyperbolizing Cerberus/siren babies. Baby Xavier finally is starting to get his due and the band of spares better show up swinging in the next books.
But wait, I don’t love all the characters. This series may just have stolen the distinction of having my most hated villain of all eternity with Daddy Arsecrux, who doesn’t deserve the daddy designation because barf. I would pay for the privilege to inflict pain on him with my bare hands. Yes, a fictional character. I’ve never hated anyone like I loathe him. I have some creative punishments in mind for him, including but not limited to him being roasted alive on a spit, while being water boarded, and buried alive, while slowly being choked. I hope his teeny weeny is chopped off, thrown in a blender, and fed to him through a tube. Mmphhhh he makes me incoherently ragey.
This was the Order of the Phoenix (hehe) of this series; with all the loss and heartbreak and gravitas, and I sound as if my soul is not curled into a fetal ball in a corner, heart trampled and flailing around in agony. But believe me when I tell you it is, and now the only question is if I move straight to the next book, or give my heart a break to heal a little before throwing it back into the maelstrom. My hypothetical therapist will hear about this.
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