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caitann 's review for:
Fool's Fate
by Robin Hobb
Upon this reread:
My notes app is literally filled with a hundred failed attempts to better review this book but I can’t ever explain it. At the bookstore people ask for fantasy recommendations and I hand this over like here is my heart. An absolutely broken one thanks to every single page of this, but here it is all the same!
Even knowing the end of the whole series, I still had to stop at one point and set this down so I could just sob and sob and sob. The unwavering way the Fool so deeply loves his best friend. And Fitz, the way you are SO IN LOVE with him too. I mean, you hold his hand as you fall asleep. You cradle him all night while he cries. You die for him, live for him, rescue him, sacrifice everything for him, and he does the same for you. I mean [spoiler ahead], you chose not to enact revenge on his tormentor, the most horrid woman to defoul literature since Umbridge, because in order to draw your sword you’d have to set him back down on the floor and you simply could not bear to. I MEAN. That is tear-out-your-heart-and-demolish-your-soul kind of love if ever tear-out-your-heart-and-demolish-your-soul kind of love existed. The way this instalment ultimately ends feels lovely and hopeful, yes, but AT WHAT COST. YOU’VE GOT MY HEART AND SOUL ALREADY BOOK WHAT ELSE CAN YOU POSSIBLY WANT FROM ME!! aside from my time that is cause obviously I’m never going to not be reading these
The original review, ie. more of the same:
I have run out of ways to express how much I have loved this series - I haven’t slept properly in weeks since starting these books (with some books, reading interferes with sleeping, and others, sleeping interferes with reading). My heart feels too big for my body when I think of the way I feel about these characters - I’ve never read such deeply crafted, such rich, real, gutwrenchingly but belovedly (yeah it’s a word!! I say so!!) human characters before, not kept at arm’s length from the reader by the author for observation purposes only but rather offered up to us with open arms, nothing held back. I feel like I have lived every moment of a lifetime with Fitz and because of the way these books are written, I have!! What a gift!!
The way Robin Hobb builds up suspense and secrets in a patient, sometimes agonizing but always brilliant slow burn only to make it all suddenly implode for hundreds upon hundreds of pages at once in a riptide of every emotion from anguish to love to heartache to rage to grief is so beyond masterful that masterful doesn’t begin to sum it up! That below the ice chapter and on…still haven’t recovered. And don’t get me started on the love story that is Fitz and the Fool, although that is way too common and plain a description to describe what is between them - the WAY I SOBBED OVER THESE TWO AHHHHHHH. I’ve literally balled my brains out over every single one of these books. Even as the ending broke my heart, I haven’t loved a story like this since I was kid - actually I thought being able to so intensely and fiercely love and obsess so much over a book was now a thing kind of lost to childhood, but Robin Hobb gave that back to me with Fitz and I have no words to express what it has meant to me! Fantasy queen, Ms Hobb, you have all my love and respect and more forever and ever, amen
My notes app is literally filled with a hundred failed attempts to better review this book but I can’t ever explain it. At the bookstore people ask for fantasy recommendations and I hand this over like here is my heart. An absolutely broken one thanks to every single page of this, but here it is all the same!
Even knowing the end of the whole series, I still had to stop at one point and set this down so I could just sob and sob and sob. The unwavering way the Fool so deeply loves his best friend. And Fitz, the way you are SO IN LOVE with him too. I mean, you hold his hand as you fall asleep. You cradle him all night while he cries. You die for him, live for him, rescue him, sacrifice everything for him, and he does the same for you. I mean [spoiler ahead], you chose not to enact revenge on his tormentor, the most horrid woman to defoul literature since Umbridge, because in order to draw your sword you’d have to set him back down on the floor and you simply could not bear to. I MEAN. That is tear-out-your-heart-and-demolish-your-soul kind of love if ever tear-out-your-heart-and-demolish-your-soul kind of love existed. The way this instalment ultimately ends feels lovely and hopeful, yes, but AT WHAT COST. YOU’VE GOT MY HEART AND SOUL ALREADY BOOK WHAT ELSE CAN YOU POSSIBLY WANT FROM ME!! aside from my time that is cause obviously I’m never going to not be reading these
The original review, ie. more of the same:
I have run out of ways to express how much I have loved this series - I haven’t slept properly in weeks since starting these books (with some books, reading interferes with sleeping, and others, sleeping interferes with reading). My heart feels too big for my body when I think of the way I feel about these characters - I’ve never read such deeply crafted, such rich, real, gutwrenchingly but belovedly (yeah it’s a word!! I say so!!) human characters before, not kept at arm’s length from the reader by the author for observation purposes only but rather offered up to us with open arms, nothing held back. I feel like I have lived every moment of a lifetime with Fitz and because of the way these books are written, I have!! What a gift!!
The way Robin Hobb builds up suspense and secrets in a patient, sometimes agonizing but always brilliant slow burn only to make it all suddenly implode for hundreds upon hundreds of pages at once in a riptide of every emotion from anguish to love to heartache to rage to grief is so beyond masterful that masterful doesn’t begin to sum it up! That below the ice chapter and on…still haven’t recovered. And don’t get me started on the love story that is Fitz and the Fool, although that is way too common and plain a description to describe what is between them - the WAY I SOBBED OVER THESE TWO AHHHHHHH. I’ve literally balled my brains out over every single one of these books. Even as the ending broke my heart, I haven’t loved a story like this since I was kid - actually I thought being able to so intensely and fiercely love and obsess so much over a book was now a thing kind of lost to childhood, but Robin Hobb gave that back to me with Fitz and I have no words to express what it has meant to me! Fantasy queen, Ms Hobb, you have all my love and respect and more forever and ever, amen