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A review by siesssie
A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas
5.0
1st read: 4 ⭐️
2nd read: 5 ⭐️
I didn't think it was possible to love this book even more, but rereading it 6 years later and now in my late twenties hit even harder.
My heart broke so incredibly much at all the pain Feyre endured. Reading her becoming a whisper of a being, left completely and utterly alone in her suffering, being drowned even further by the people she sacrificed herself for. The dismissals, the abandonment, the marriage, being locked up. Rage was me and I was rage. But then, she found warmth and companionship and love. Freedom. She fought for herself, slowly, gradually, actively working towards filling the hole in her soul. I've never felt so deeply towards an FMC healing journey before.
The relationship she has with her creativity is so adorable, she views the world through the lenses of an artist and the moment the names of the would-be-paintings came back, I was so happy for her.
Falling in love with Velaris, with the Inner Circle, with Rhysand, I will continue to do so for as long as I breathe. The sacrifices he's endured, continues to endure, to ensure the safety of his people, of his friends—his family, it brings tears to my heart every time. When he broke down being told he was enough, that he was loved, that Feyre was honored to be his mate, I broke down alongside him. He'll destroy himself to protect those he cherishes, just like Feyre, mates, equals — The High Lord and the High Lady of the Night Court.
Their love story is a burning candle, one I'll never want to go out.
Amren, Mor, Azriel, and Cassian. The Inner Circle. The found family. I want them all to find endless happiness.
They check-in on each other, they’re present for the good and the bad. Their trust, love, and companionship were a delight to discover. To experience.
The fury, the absolute rage I feel towards Tamweak is unmatched. Only Ianthe could rival it. His actions, his train of thought, his past crimes... it's all very raw. I know he's not all bad, and maybe that's what's so hard to get over. In the end, none of it excuses his behavior.
I wish him a long, lonely, sad, and powerless life. May he live to learn, to understand, to acknowledge, to regret all he's done, and choke on it.
The disdain towards Lucien, I don't know if I'll ever get over it. Him being Elain's mate... 6 years later, and I still can't swallow it, she was so at ease with Azriel, as next to nothing as we got to see them together.
I can’t wait to finally get more of Nesta. Going down giving the middle finger… respect.
I’m sooooo ready for Nessian.
2nd read: 5 ⭐️
"To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
"To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered."
I didn't think it was possible to love this book even more, but rereading it 6 years later and now in my late twenties hit even harder.
"I might crave peace, but never a cage of comfort."
My heart broke so incredibly much at all the pain Feyre endured. Reading her becoming a whisper of a being, left completely and utterly alone in her suffering, being drowned even further by the people she sacrificed herself for. The dismissals, the abandonment, the marriage, being locked up. Rage was me and I was rage. But then, she found warmth and companionship and love. Freedom. She fought for herself, slowly, gradually, actively working towards filling the hole in her soul. I've never felt so deeply towards an FMC healing journey before.
The relationship she has with her creativity is so adorable, she views the world through the lenses of an artist and the moment the names of the would-be-paintings came back, I was so happy for her.
"And I realized—I realized how badly I'd been treated before if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I'd been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right."
"I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken. Tamed."
"Here, I could be soft and lovely at sunset and awaken in the morning to slide into Illyrian fighting leathers."
Falling in love with Velaris, with the Inner Circle, with Rhysand, I will continue to do so for as long as I breathe. The sacrifices he's endured, continues to endure, to ensure the safety of his people, of his friends—his family, it brings tears to my heart every time. When he broke down being told he was enough, that he was loved, that Feyre was honored to be his mate, I broke down alongside him. He'll destroy himself to protect those he cherishes, just like Feyre, mates, equals — The High Lord and the High Lady of the Night Court.
Their love story is a burning candle, one I'll never want to go out.
"My friend through many dangers.
My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul.
My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.”
”Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court." My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child-rearing. My queen.”
Amren, Mor, Azriel, and Cassian. The Inner Circle. The found family. I want them all to find endless happiness.
They check-in on each other, they’re present for the good and the bad. Their trust, love, and companionship were a delight to discover. To experience.
”As one, they stood.
As one, they looked at me.
And as one, they bowed.
It was Amren who said, "We will serve and protect."
They each placed a hand over their heart.”
The fury, the absolute rage I feel towards Tamweak is unmatched. Only Ianthe could rival it. His actions, his train of thought, his past crimes... it's all very raw. I know he's not all bad, and maybe that's what's so hard to get over. In the end, none of it excuses his behavior.
I wish him a long, lonely, sad, and powerless life. May he live to learn, to understand, to acknowledge, to regret all he's done, and choke on it.
The disdain towards Lucien, I don't know if I'll ever get over it. Him being Elain's mate... 6 years later, and I still can't swallow it, she was so at ease with Azriel, as next to nothing as we got to see them together.
I can’t wait to finally get more of Nesta. Going down giving the middle finger… respect.
I’m sooooo ready for Nessian.