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A review by jiibii
Muse of Nightmares by Laini Taylor
5.0
"'Can we leave the past behind us?' she asked
Could they? The question was everything.
'That's an excellent place for the past,' (...) 'If you don't leave it there, it clutters everything up and you just keep tripping over it.'"
When I reached the end of this book, there were tears in my eyes. However, these tears didn't sprout because of anything particularly moving that happened near the end, as is usually the case, so much as I found myself crying merely because it did end. Both of these books are so tremendously good, it is impossible to put into accurate words the way they moved me. I didn't find anything specific particularly moving because this work, in its entirety, is moving to a point that leaves beyond words, leaves me staggered and gasping, reaching for a way to possibly convey just how artfully masterful they are. I will never be able to recommend them enough.
"The mind is good at hiding things, but there's something it cannot do: It can't erase. It can only conceal, and concealed things are not gone. They rot. They fester, they leak poisons. They ache and stink.
They hiss like serpents in tall grass."
Laini Taylor has skyrocketed to become among my favorite authors. The way she crafts worlds, this world in particular, is beautiful in every sense of the word. It made me want to jump into the pages more than ever, left me elated at all its beauty and in awe of how the author's mind works. This book is genius penned. It is magic. It transports like few things do. I cannot wait to go back, whenever Laini Taylor decides it's best to put another jewel out into the world.
I will be, very unpatiently, waiting.
"It was like trying to hold on to the reflection of the moon.
There was a word from a myth:sathaz. It was the desire to possess that which can never be yours. It meant senseless, hopeless yearning, the way a gutter child might dream of being king, and it came from the tale of the man who loved them moon.
Lazlo used to like that story, but now he hated it. It was about making peace with the impossible, and he couldn't do that anymore.
He could only make war with it."
Could they? The question was everything.
'That's an excellent place for the past,' (...) 'If you don't leave it there, it clutters everything up and you just keep tripping over it.'"
When I reached the end of this book, there were tears in my eyes. However, these tears didn't sprout because of anything particularly moving that happened near the end, as is usually the case, so much as I found myself crying merely because it did end. Both of these books are so tremendously good, it is impossible to put into accurate words the way they moved me. I didn't find anything specific particularly moving because this work, in its entirety, is moving to a point that leaves beyond words, leaves me staggered and gasping, reaching for a way to possibly convey just how artfully masterful they are. I will never be able to recommend them enough.
"The mind is good at hiding things, but there's something it cannot do: It can't erase. It can only conceal, and concealed things are not gone. They rot. They fester, they leak poisons. They ache and stink.
They hiss like serpents in tall grass."
Laini Taylor has skyrocketed to become among my favorite authors. The way she crafts worlds, this world in particular, is beautiful in every sense of the word. It made me want to jump into the pages more than ever, left me elated at all its beauty and in awe of how the author's mind works. This book is genius penned. It is magic. It transports like few things do. I cannot wait to go back, whenever Laini Taylor decides it's best to put another jewel out into the world.
I will be, very unpatiently, waiting.
"It was like trying to hold on to the reflection of the moon.
There was a word from a myth:sathaz. It was the desire to possess that which can never be yours. It meant senseless, hopeless yearning, the way a gutter child might dream of being king, and it came from the tale of the man who loved them moon.
Lazlo used to like that story, but now he hated it. It was about making peace with the impossible, and he couldn't do that anymore.
He could only make war with it."