![]() ![]() Somehow, Holly Black manages to skim over the major plot points and spend chapters upon chapters on useless plot filler. And while this is comparatively a rather small book, somehow it felt like the longest book in the world. I strongly believe that this whole series could have been just one book. ![]() We are now in the third (and final, thank the Lord) book in this series, and yet, it somehow feels like there has been no plot to it at all. I don’t even know where to begin, so I’m just going to dive right in. It felt like I was being made to sludge through mud, when instead I should have just walked around and avoided the mud puddle altogether. ![]() And yet, in under three hundred pages, this book actually made me want to give up reading, a hobby that has been a core pillar of my life since I could string two words together. I actually went into this not absolutely hating it, and believed I had lowered my expectations low enough that they were underground and somehow, that would make it tolerable. I genuinely did not think that this book could possibly get worse than the shitshow that was The Wicked King, and yet I was so unbelievably wrong, that I have never felt wronger about anything in my entire life. OhmanohmanohmanohmanohmanohmanohmanohmanohmanĪnd before you say “if you didn’t like the first two, why read the third one? Why bother even commenting at all?” Ohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohno ![]()
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