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A review by kghunter
House of Earth and Blood (Crescent City) by Sarah J. Maas
adventurous
emotional
mysterious
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
3.0
Sarah J Maas needs serious therapy, and I pray to God she never receives it. I’m like 95% sure I got pregnant from the scene in which the protagonist gets fingered.
All jokes aside whilst I did enjoy the fantasy/world-building and smutty indulgence of this book, I stg I’m gonna start vomiting blood if I read another heterosexual fantasy romance novel in which the man ends up being like hundreds of years old and the girl is 16-mid twenties. I am literally on my hands and knees begging these authors to consider the impact they’re having on young women’s psyche because if I have to see another one of my young, intelligent, beautiful, compassionate friends, who are in the literally trenches fighting for their sanity against men our age who are mostly non-comital nightmares in ugly shoes and ill-fitting clothes with brains that have been shrunken via vape steam to the point that they can only regurgitate instagram and reddit comment discourse, being convinced by grown-ass fantasy novelists in the midst of their exhaustion that there is something even vaguely romantic or reprieving about the 40something year old sewage rat man-boys they’re ending up settling for. I need a BREAK and Mrs.Maas sadly ain’t givin’ it to us.
I did also break and buy the next 2 books, I will admit.
All jokes aside whilst I did enjoy the fantasy/world-building and smutty indulgence of this book, I stg I’m gonna start vomiting blood if I read another heterosexual fantasy romance novel in which the man ends up being like hundreds of years old and the girl is 16-mid twenties. I am literally on my hands and knees begging these authors to consider the impact they’re having on young women’s psyche because if I have to see another one of my young, intelligent, beautiful, compassionate friends, who are in the literally trenches fighting for their sanity against men our age who are mostly non-comital nightmares in ugly shoes and ill-fitting clothes with brains that have been shrunken via vape steam to the point that they can only regurgitate instagram and reddit comment discourse, being convinced by grown-ass fantasy novelists in the midst of their exhaustion that there is something even vaguely romantic or reprieving about the 40something year old sewage rat man-boys they’re ending up settling for. I need a BREAK and Mrs.Maas sadly ain’t givin’ it to us.
I did also break and buy the next 2 books, I will admit.