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3.49 AVERAGE
3.49 AVERAGE
I read several negative reviews of this book, but I think it's unfair, personally I liked this far more than the third book of the serie.
First of all this doesn't feel like a new trilogy.
This is the legit sequel, the sequel that was necessary, since if you pay attention the third book didn't have any closure.
I was able to enjoy this third book because I just finished the whole Mara Dyer trilogy and I had clearly in mind what had happened and what development Mara had.
The last book in the Mara Dyer trilogy was no happy ending. If you remember she was on her way to the dark side andshe was told that she would destroy Noah and he was okey with it since he is violently self destructive. You call this a happy ending?
Also Noah had the potential to be an non stereotypical lead and this book explores him.
Mara and Noah are not your typical Ya couple.
They love each other , but they get behind each other back, they don't trust each other, they keep secrets and they are not afraid to cross any line.
Is Noah really that blinded by his love for Mara?Would he really accept everything? Is Mara a monster?
I have read that this book is almost like a fanfiction, but this couldn't be less true.
In fact this feels like a more adult version of the Mara Dyer trilogy , there is much more character development.
On one side we have Mara, who has accepted who she is and she is not scared anymore, on the other we have Noah, who is meant to be the hero, but who has refused the "role"for staying with Mara(and because he is depressed, self harming and suicidal).
We see him struggle and starting to realize that the path he chose, not only is not easy, but it is not meant for him.
It was also said that not much happens in this book and it's sort of true, but this is meant to be a character driven book and it's good like that.
People may be pissed that the author is messing with a hard earned happy ending, but if they re read the third book, they would recognize that that was no happy ending.
That was a disaster waiting to happen.
In the end I really liked this book and I really like to be in Noah's head, because he is such a non typcal Pov.
If you liked the Dyer trilogy, I would definitely recommend this.
dark
emotional
mysterious
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
mysterious
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Worse then ig series, not much happens
it's 3am and my mind is half in dream land, half wide awake yet incredibly incoherent either way. this is going to feel less like a review and more of a diary entry--which is what i'm intending.
i feel very whole right now, more than i have in years. mentally n psychologically, it's been pretty rough lately. typical teenage woes, but it's the worst i've ever felt and i'm not sure what to do next with my life. everyone's been there. i've felt very lost, though. i live in a town separate from everyone else, i have failed my permit twice, i need a job yet can't get one bc of my living so far away--it's a real bitch, in summary. again, typical teen shit.
i used to be that kid who gave a new response every day when asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" i settled on marine biologist for some time (i'm still not sure why; i love animals, but the ocean frightens me), but one day it kind of just clicked that i wanted to act. i'm not sure what prompted this or started me on this path, but here i am over a decade later, more passionate than ever.
my birthday was 4 days ago (ironically, when this book came out lmao). i first read mara dyer in 7th grade. it was a terrible year for me. i had a crush on a boy who i thought about every waking moment; he convinced me that he liked me back, only for me to discover he was leading me on. good times. even though these two events--my blossoming obsession w/ mara dyer & this asshole fucking with me head--happened in the same year, it feels very separate. i never associated one with the other, even if both gave me a sense of freedom i never felt before.
i wanted to play mara dyer in a movie. (admittedly, i still want to.) this kept me going. acting has always kept me going. when i found out this book was coming out, i was scared to dive in. i thought it would bring me back to the terrible, terrible version of myself i was--so desperate and insecure, displayed in such an unhealthy manner.
because of my slump lately, i read a lot early in the year, but the past few months have been difficult for me to get into things i once loved. i don't watch as many movies, shows fall past me, and books don't capture me the way they once did. because of how terrible i've been feeling, i was terrified to jump into this book. what if i went back to how i once was?
i bought a few books today. i think the ride home is what made me pick it up tonight:
one of--if not my favorite person alive--is my brother. he's six year older, but i think we're actually twins. typical, cliche shit: we finish sentences, we know what the other's thinking, we have more inside jokes than i can count. he took me up north to a town we love to go shopping for the day. one of the stops was barnes & noble, naturally, and the first book i saw and picked up was this. with little to no thought. in fact, i didn't consider it much until i picked it up to read once he went to bed and i was left alone in the living room. on the car ride home, we joked around and laughed until our sides hurt. i can't even remember all that was said, but we started discussing relationships. then, our futures. then, my dreams.
i voiced out loud--for the first time, ever, i think--how i can't get myself on a stage because i keep holding myself back. "i would rather be clueless about my future than know what i want and not be able to get it," is what i told him in so many words. it brought me back to the worry i used to experience in middle school: what if they make this into a movie and i'm not old enough? what if i'm not confident with myself yet? what if i fail completely and have to watch someone else play this character i have fallen in love with? the thought killed me. i hate to say it, but it still, still does.
so. we watched some of baby driver and he went to bed. i stayed up, dog by my side, and cracked it open with no thoughts. i don't think i've ever, really, stayed up to finish a book. i know, i probably seem like a fake book lover by saying that, but i don't know. i've just never been like that. tonight, i did. it's even more surprising when you consider i haven't been able to get through a book, truly, in months. the last time i remember being so hungry while reading was during the fever code, from another series i dearly love.
now it's 3:30 and i seem to have lost the Big Thought i intended on writing when starting this review. my friend is coming over in nine hours to sleep over, rooster teeth has an extra life stream starting in four hours, and i want nothing more than to just sit. but i'm also glad all this is happening this weekend. my parents are in that town up north i mentioned before to celebrate their anniversary. i'm alone w/ my thoughts. my friend is going to be here--the first real, REAL, friend i've ever had, someone i can unapologetically be myself with and she understands--and i get to go outside and feel free for once. we'll eat pizza and watch downton abbey, i'll analyze the performances like i do with everything, and by monday i'll get to start anew. i'll be braver. i'll practice for my permit. maybe i'll go driving w/ my brother in his car, get the feel of it.
i'm of the belief--maybe because of my anxiety, maybe because of something more--that everything is destined. that you can will things into existence just by thinking it. no doubt i've willed into existence that i'll be an actress and that i'll, one day, be happy. thinking something does make it true; wanting something does make it real. something, tonight, feels right. i think i've struck some strange gold mine in my mind. i feel really, really good. i have hope for the first time in so long that i could cry. it's pretty great.
anyways. book was great. give it a whirl. ignore my weird diary bullshit. it's therapeutic.
i feel very whole right now, more than i have in years. mentally n psychologically, it's been pretty rough lately. typical teenage woes, but it's the worst i've ever felt and i'm not sure what to do next with my life. everyone's been there. i've felt very lost, though. i live in a town separate from everyone else, i have failed my permit twice, i need a job yet can't get one bc of my living so far away--it's a real bitch, in summary. again, typical teen shit.
i used to be that kid who gave a new response every day when asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" i settled on marine biologist for some time (i'm still not sure why; i love animals, but the ocean frightens me), but one day it kind of just clicked that i wanted to act. i'm not sure what prompted this or started me on this path, but here i am over a decade later, more passionate than ever.
my birthday was 4 days ago (ironically, when this book came out lmao). i first read mara dyer in 7th grade. it was a terrible year for me. i had a crush on a boy who i thought about every waking moment; he convinced me that he liked me back, only for me to discover he was leading me on. good times. even though these two events--my blossoming obsession w/ mara dyer & this asshole fucking with me head--happened in the same year, it feels very separate. i never associated one with the other, even if both gave me a sense of freedom i never felt before.
i wanted to play mara dyer in a movie. (admittedly, i still want to.) this kept me going. acting has always kept me going. when i found out this book was coming out, i was scared to dive in. i thought it would bring me back to the terrible, terrible version of myself i was--so desperate and insecure, displayed in such an unhealthy manner.
because of my slump lately, i read a lot early in the year, but the past few months have been difficult for me to get into things i once loved. i don't watch as many movies, shows fall past me, and books don't capture me the way they once did. because of how terrible i've been feeling, i was terrified to jump into this book. what if i went back to how i once was?
i bought a few books today. i think the ride home is what made me pick it up tonight:
one of--if not my favorite person alive--is my brother. he's six year older, but i think we're actually twins. typical, cliche shit: we finish sentences, we know what the other's thinking, we have more inside jokes than i can count. he took me up north to a town we love to go shopping for the day. one of the stops was barnes & noble, naturally, and the first book i saw and picked up was this. with little to no thought. in fact, i didn't consider it much until i picked it up to read once he went to bed and i was left alone in the living room. on the car ride home, we joked around and laughed until our sides hurt. i can't even remember all that was said, but we started discussing relationships. then, our futures. then, my dreams.
i voiced out loud--for the first time, ever, i think--how i can't get myself on a stage because i keep holding myself back. "i would rather be clueless about my future than know what i want and not be able to get it," is what i told him in so many words. it brought me back to the worry i used to experience in middle school: what if they make this into a movie and i'm not old enough? what if i'm not confident with myself yet? what if i fail completely and have to watch someone else play this character i have fallen in love with? the thought killed me. i hate to say it, but it still, still does.
so. we watched some of baby driver and he went to bed. i stayed up, dog by my side, and cracked it open with no thoughts. i don't think i've ever, really, stayed up to finish a book. i know, i probably seem like a fake book lover by saying that, but i don't know. i've just never been like that. tonight, i did. it's even more surprising when you consider i haven't been able to get through a book, truly, in months. the last time i remember being so hungry while reading was during the fever code, from another series i dearly love.
now it's 3:30 and i seem to have lost the Big Thought i intended on writing when starting this review. my friend is coming over in nine hours to sleep over, rooster teeth has an extra life stream starting in four hours, and i want nothing more than to just sit. but i'm also glad all this is happening this weekend. my parents are in that town up north i mentioned before to celebrate their anniversary. i'm alone w/ my thoughts. my friend is going to be here--the first real, REAL, friend i've ever had, someone i can unapologetically be myself with and she understands--and i get to go outside and feel free for once. we'll eat pizza and watch downton abbey, i'll analyze the performances like i do with everything, and by monday i'll get to start anew. i'll be braver. i'll practice for my permit. maybe i'll go driving w/ my brother in his car, get the feel of it.
i'm of the belief--maybe because of my anxiety, maybe because of something more--that everything is destined. that you can will things into existence just by thinking it. no doubt i've willed into existence that i'll be an actress and that i'll, one day, be happy. thinking something does make it true; wanting something does make it real. something, tonight, feels right. i think i've struck some strange gold mine in my mind. i feel really, really good. i have hope for the first time in so long that i could cry. it's pretty great.
anyways. book was great. give it a whirl. ignore my weird diary bullshit. it's therapeutic.
I read this book a couple days ago, but forgot to write an update on it because quite frankly, I forgot what the book was even about. There were many dark topics being discussed and it was sometimes heartfelt, but the book wasn’t very memorable. If someone asked me what this book is about I would probably just be like ..
It wasn't good, it wasn't bad. It simply is what it is.
I must say I'm a bit disappointed. And a tad confused, like... nothing happened? at all?
I just don't really understand what was the point of continuing the series with this book, I can't really find a point at all, actually.
I love the Mara Dyer trilogy, it's one of my favourite trilogies ever, so maybe I am being bias at giving this one 3 stars. I honestly just don't get it. I seriously feel like I read a constant of nothing for over 300 pages. But alas, I am going to stay faithful to the original and give the rest of the books a chance once they come out. Hopefully a plot will be found along the way.
I must say I'm a bit disappointed. And a tad confused, like... nothing happened? at all?
I just don't really understand what was the point of continuing the series with this book, I can't really find a point at all, actually.
I love the Mara Dyer trilogy, it's one of my favourite trilogies ever, so maybe I am being bias at giving this one 3 stars. I honestly just don't get it. I seriously feel like I read a constant of nothing for over 300 pages. But alas, I am going to stay faithful to the original and give the rest of the books a chance once they come out. Hopefully a plot will be found along the way.
Color me d i s a p o i n t e d. Super sad because the Mara Dyer trilogy was one of my favorite series and this book was kinda stupid. I felt like everything was really forced and not important to the series. I like reading from Noah’s perspective but honestly with everything that happens I wish this was written from Mara’s perspective. Uggggghhhhhhhhhh