…”And It Still Tasted Strange On Her Tongue.”

becomingcliche:

My first book of the year. Win some, lose some.

Originally posted on snobbery:

I didn't judge this book by its cover. The cover doesn't do anything for me.

I didn’t judge this book by its cover. The cover doesn’t do anything for me.

It all comes down to details. The smallest particulars on character or setting can build a world, or it can crumble it to dust. That’s what happened here, you know, the crumbling. It’s the reason writers are reminded to write what we know.

The writing in Daughter of Smoke and Bone is beautiful and haunting, and I was drawn into this strange and fascinating world within the first few pages. The book was well on its way to four-and-a-half or even five stars. I told a couple of people about it, ordered them to add it to their TBR list. I take it back now.

When I read a book, I want to be absorbed in it. I want to believe in my secret dreams that the story is real. I want an author…

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