You are classic and compact, my own little Natalie Portman circa the end of the movie closer, when she’s fresh-faced and done with the bad British guys and going home to America. You’ve come home to me, delivered at last, on a Tuesday, 10:06 A.M.
Our next stop on our Canadian tour was Montréal.
Wow, let me just brush aside some of these cobwebs. Oi, tumble weed! This isn’t some western ghost town, get outta here! Is this mouse poo?? Who said mice could move in here??
Ok ok I’m back! And I have good reasons for not having written in a while, most of which we’ll get to later, but for right now let’s talk about Canada. I went there. Yay!
First of all I want to say that I am so glad I read The Assassin’s Blade last month in preparation for this release. I’ve never been one to read the novellas that are oh so trend for authors to write at the moment. The little slices of story that show a different character’s perspective or an off-shoot plotpoint not covered in the main series. Never interested. But in the case of Throne of Glass, READ THE SHORT STORIES.
Ok, now that that’s out of the way we can continue.
People love this book. Like loooove this book! And the cover is super cute, so when I spotted Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins at the local library I didn’t hesitate in checking it out.
The light glistened on slender, blue-black leaves, long thorns, dull golden pearls of sap glowing on black knobbed stems… and then before her eyes Faith saw the illuminated foliage flinch, wrinkle and subside, hissing with the angry sibilance of a beast disturbed.