Goodbye

If you wish tel follow along I have moved to Wordpress (I'm worry for cheating on you Blogger I just -- it wasn't me it was you) so you can find me here.

If you too are hurt by my betrayal and wish to never see me again, fair enough. You know where to find me.

- V

Bear with me

I know I don't post as often as I should, I really do not have an excuse. I want to be more dedicated when it comes to writing, both here on my blog as well as with my stories on Wattpad and Quotev. I just keep getting distracted and lazy, if I am honest. As I mentioned, I again have only my phone to write on and update you with, which is also why the reviews don't have the same format as before, and it can get very tedious for it isn't as easy to write on a phone as it is on a computer. Of course, I must get over it and stay true to my word and my intentions, and just write anyway. Because you deserve that.

I thank you for your time and attention, and for sticking around until now or perhaps for joining me just now. Either way, gracias and I will try now, actually try, to make time for this blog. I am dealing with the "real world" all adults forewarn you about so it gets a little rocky sometimes, but it's okay. I can let you know how that's going too.

- V

A Court of Wings and Ruin

So here's the thing. Remember how I said I would be moving back to the US? Well I'm back. This means I have to start from scratch again so no computer for me. Again. You'll just have to do with all these posts coming written on the app that, let me tell you, isn't very impressive. No offense app developers. You just can't do much. No worries though it is merely for like, the rest of the year but we'll make it work. Just wanted to let you know.

To the reviewing.

I don't know. I don't know anything really. Except, that's this is what killed me. Yeah. That's right. This is a ghost talking... Well, typing into her phone at 1:30 in the morning because who needs sleep when you're dead. Right?

What a magnificent book, let me tell you. It may or may not be a blur with the deceiving and the war-ing, etc, etc. Still it was a blast.

Now regarding the characters, there really is nothing new to tell you I believe. They were all great of course but I don't recall anything remarkable from this particular book. I at first didn't like the addition of Feyre's sisters but then I quite liked seeing their character development. It was pretty magnificent seeing them each strong and special in their own way and at their own time.

The whole thing with their was freaking mind-blowing and his three ships with the names of his daughters had me crying. Sad he died but I would have killed him too. What happened with Tamlin, I suppose must be enough to bring closure. Which is fine, he was a whirlwind of feels anyway with his saving her and helping save Ryhsand. Which, by the way, killed me as well even though I knew he wasn't going to stay dead (Supernatural really helps you with the stuff).

Now, this wasn't the last book. There is still more to come. I cannot possibly imagine what more can happen to the love of my life and Feyre, but I'm sure Sarah J Maas already has found new ways to torture us all. Let us all be merrily expectant.

- Vanessa

A Court of Mist and Fury

So like Sarah J Maas is one of the greatest writers ever and I absolutely hate her. Just kidding. Im tempted to because of all she makes us go through and her characters, but I lover her and her characters too much so. Now I didn't write a review on the first book, and I honestly can't be bothered to do it now (perhaps the next time I read it) but I definitely wanted to go ahead and write one on this second book, A Court of Mist and Fury because OH MY GODS... let me explain.



I have already read the five books out of her Throne of Glass series, okay? In fact, I think I read ACoTaR when I finished reading the fourth book because the fifth book wasn't out yet. So I more or less had already gotten a feel of her writing, just as I have from Rainbow Rowell and Cassandra Clare. It did feel like she had written these before ToG but I don't know, either way she has her own style - this way of really torturing her characters and making them go through the worst scenerio possible, not unlike Mrs. Cassie Clare herself mind you, but still in her own way as well as her writing itself of course. So this book was really fitting but - I just can't. Clearly.

Now lets take this by parts. In the first book, if you aren't aware or don't remember (I didn't remember a lot actually but I wasn't gonna go read it again), Feyre kills a Fae so she has to pay for it and does so by going to the Spring Court's mansion-house-thingy where for some reason (of which you do find out) everyone wards masks 24/7
and she basically has to fall in love with Tamlin who is the High Lord of the Spring Court in order to save the world or something because of a butt-hurt evil bi... person named Amarantha who doesn't believe humans are capable of loving a Fae (to be fair humans despise Fae and try to hunt them down, apart from her own rocky history with "Jurian"). In the end, Feyre is the only one that can make her bring a halt to the curse that sorta clogs their power (including Tamlin's) by accepting Amarantha's three challenges (or answering a riddle who's answer was so painfully obvious btw), and so by in fact trying to save them all she ends up in a sort of alliance with Ryhsand, High Lord of the Night Court also known as The Love of My Life and Most Seductive Fictional Character Ever (including the Herondales, apologies) with the small condition that she has to spend a week with him, once a month. She agrees and brilliantly beats all three challenges and does in fact save the world so now she can go back to Tamlin and live happily ever after.

Ha.

Did you actually believe that? This is Sarah J Mass bruh. Too intense schist is going down.

As, she actually dies at the ending and to be brought back is returned as a Fae. So introducing, ladies and gentlemen, Feyre the Fae. Yes. She went there.

So now that she's back she is supposed to get married to Tamlin and all that jazz except that he keeps her locked up in the house full-time, with nothing to do but act the role of a pretty soon-to-be bride who is not in the slightest hint of danger nor in depression, which of course she isn't and is. If you know what I mean. Her time with Rhysand, is what she clings to as he teaches her how to read and how to protect her mind from powers like his own, and laso invites her to be a part of a bigger plan for the war he foresees (accurately may I add because logic). Then, well you know.

Now as for the characters, just as with Aelin, Feyre is a character I do not have a lot in common with, but I still like her. She makes them quite more feminine than I personally am which is great, of course, but as is obvious not relatable to me. Still, their strong hearts and wills and personalities overall, are in fact something I can relate and if not, definitely admire so that's that. The biggest difference though I believe is that they tend to be very impulsive and I am all but. I am quite analytical and I definitely think things before doing anything and I never take action based on single feelings. Therefore I would probably act very differently from Feyre, for example.

Relationships, and more obviously healthy relationships are a theme that I have noticed within her stories as well, whether they were put there subconsciously I don't know but hardly matters. The whole situation with Tamlin of course, was a great realty check on what could've easily been the happily ever after, as though a story ends its telling, it doesn't end. It is of course very plausible that though you may be in love, madly so, it doesn't mean it's with who you're supposed to be. Also, relationships consits of compromise. It is never simultaneously a one-sided thing and good.

I really really loved her relationship with Ryhsand, as I am a firm believer that a healthy, good relationship makes you a better peraon and helps you grow. He is of course a beautiful character and I love him. The utter selflessness is so heartbreaking and brave, absolutely fantastic job Mrs. Maas. Absolutely fantastic.

Now to end this I would just like to call to your attention that part, where they're talking about how Ryhsand knows how the story will be told, how the dark prince stole the bride of the Mr. Prince McCharming and... I was so refreshed when Feyre brings up her own story. What about her? What about the princess who was always destined to be queen? What about her journey and her fights and her trials? What about her wishes and her failures? What about her story and her life?

Because we're past fairy tales and "the prince saved the princess". Because now the princess, the girl, the young woman, the female lead of the story, of all stories... Now she's the one we're reading about and the one we're cheering on, she's the one whose story we're being a part of and that answers you Feyre dear. Your story? It's the one, along with so many wonderful others, that we're taking to heart and engraving in stone because it's the one that finally is being told.

- V

Goodbye High School (a little something wrote)

Sometimes I look back and think, “3 years, wow that’s a lot”. Other times I just shake my head and say, “no not really”. And the difference I’ve noticed is when I actually think about the whole of the 3 years and the moments and memories they encase, of the irritations and smiles and laughs I went through while sitting on a blue chair surrounded by immature boys, quiet girls and a short, blonde friend – that’s when I think, “Yeah, damn.” Teachers passing in front my eyes, one after the other, each with their own knowledge to share, some with none to do so. All with a personality that would either call the disciplined version of my class to show and some with whom my classmates felt with liberty to speak freely even when they had nothing really, to say.

Green grasses, neatly trimmed and home to jumpy spiders that oddly enough did not bother anyone, sometimes adorned with brown leaves, gifted by the many many trees standing dutifully all around, almost proudly with how firm and bright they stood. They would always the allow the sun to play and color the school grounds in rays and shadows, and always with the singsong birds playing the OST to my high school movie. Familiar faces, sometimes deserving a nod and others a smirk or a smile, would float among the many bodies encountered every day, five days a week, four weeks a month, less than 10 months a year. And all to never be seen again in the matter of 3 years. And again, 3 years doesn’t seem like much.

A warm room with computers lined up, the fortune, the luck of the day to get internet access which would make the following hours much easier. Whether it be to design a webpage using HTML code with a Doctor Who theme, or to open up a PC and clean it to put it back together again. Although, admittedly the internet access I had during the 4th semester, no matter how fast it had been or could have been, would have been able to save me with programming. That’s when I learned I would get as far as minoring in Computer Science. The hours were varied as any other thing in life, but overall they were good. Particularly when I could read instead of actually working.

High school for most, is a terrible time which has led me to think, either I did it wrong or they did it wrong because it was actually of the most enjoyable time so far in my 18 years. And when you look at it 18 years isn’t much, but when you look at it 18 years is a lot. I went through so many changes, and entered so many fandoms, met quite a few people and made quite a few memories… it wasn’t hell like most American teenagers always claim it to be and maybe it’s because I’m in Mexico, maybe it’s because I entered el CBTa and not the other options (I only flunked one class during 2nd semester and it was the best thing I could’ve done or I would have had to go to el COBAEZ so) or maybe it’s because Middle School had been really shitty the 3 years so God was like, “Kay, now chill.”

There are so many things I will forget, so many faces, so many names, so many memories… nothing but random seconds of the past three years. But, I won’t forget the fact that High School was awesome. I would read in class and my classmates would treat my outbursts as normal, I even got to drink coffee and eat cookies while my classmates worked (it was English, like Basic English which I already know of course), my classmates respected me and so I was “class president” for 2 and a half years… it was great. And I won’t forget that, no matter how many endings come after that and how many beginnings, I won’t.

- V

Boys Over Flowers (Drama)

It was my second drama and I knew that I was past the point of no return. I had only watched one previously, like seriously Vanessa? You give your heart out too easily. But do I? Do I really? Because this is the story of a hardworking girl and 4 incredible, smartass, rich, sensitive, idiotic boys that had me... well, let me actually review this.

Hello again!

What's up losers? Apologies for my absence, I have been far away for too long. At first it was because I was reading literally nothing excepts subtitles (hours and hours), but then it was because something happened to the computer I use that the keyboard didn't work anymore, some keys only, and since I share with my mother (because I'm cool like that) then she immediately sent it to be fixed. However living in MX, we have to buy the keyboard in the U.S. which as you can imagine entails it's own problems, point is - I have the computer back but with not a fully percent working keyboard.

Anyways, it is still good enough that I will be posting reviews again and self-promo so look forward to that. Thank you for checking in and I will see you, well more like talk to you (it's such a one-sided conversation btw) when I post something soon. Including a knew genre of a sort.

안녕 (that means bye in korean)

- V