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A review by foxclouds
The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater
5.0
I wrote a long post on how I discovered Maggie Stiefvater and this book. The full post is here.
Here is a short version:
I was captivated from the first page. Not only I loved the world, a small rocky island in the middle of nowhere and in an unidentified time, the magical realism of it, I also loved the way Maggie was weaving the words together which reminded myself of my own writing (and this is not me being boastful – it is me hoping that one day I might actually master the words in the way she does it).
Rain, mud, hunger, simple village life, horses, blood and danger spiced with a particular brand of teenaged desperation – this is what The Scorpio Races is about. It is dark enough, moody enough, brilliant enough. It has a very brave girl and a very mature (or desperate, you pick) boy. It has bullying and discrimination and hopes and dreams and the joy of being alive.
The last few sentences are the perfect ending of the story, just the way it should be, with the right amount of bittersweet joy and heartbreak. This is how I would have written it if it were my book to write. As a reader, I couldn’t have asked for a better ending.
Here is a short version:
I was captivated from the first page. Not only I loved the world, a small rocky island in the middle of nowhere and in an unidentified time, the magical realism of it, I also loved the way Maggie was weaving the words together which reminded myself of my own writing (and this is not me being boastful – it is me hoping that one day I might actually master the words in the way she does it).
Rain, mud, hunger, simple village life, horses, blood and danger spiced with a particular brand of teenaged desperation – this is what The Scorpio Races is about. It is dark enough, moody enough, brilliant enough. It has a very brave girl and a very mature (or desperate, you pick) boy. It has bullying and discrimination and hopes and dreams and the joy of being alive.
The last few sentences are the perfect ending of the story, just the way it should be, with the right amount of bittersweet joy and heartbreak. This is how I would have written it if it were my book to write. As a reader, I couldn’t have asked for a better ending.