Book Review | The Crown by Kiera Cass

26150713In the final installment of the Selection series, Eadlyn has her own Selection to manage, as well as the unsettlement in her kingdom. With her twin having eloped, her mother desperately ill and her father by the bedside, Eadlyn has a lot to manage just on her own. 

Oh. My. Days.

I DNF’d this book, and I hardly ever DNF books. I think this is the first book I’ve DNF’d all year, and I’ve read over one hundred books. Argh.

The original trilogy was actually pretty great. But then this duology (or books 4 and 5, depending on which way you look at it) came along, and… it sucked. I’m sorry! But it sucked.

I really dislike Eadlyn. She was spoilt and really extreme- she’s either all in, or there’s nothing there at all. I didn’t feel anything in the Heir, apart from a desperate need to save some of the poor Selected boys from their time in the Palace. Aside from disliking Eadlyn, the characters of America and Maxon have completely changed! All right, so America is ill and Maxon loves her, but Maxon also loves his country, so would he really just abandon it with a snap of his fingers? (Answer: no.)

These books just felt like Kiera Cass was trying to drag the books out, kicking and screaming. I think they should have ended after The One, perhaps with a small novella/epilogue to show what happened. (Oh wait. We had that…)

So… I totally DNF’d this, and looked up the plot of what happened online. I was satisfied that Eadlyn ended up with my favourite character, but other than that I was WTF-ing when I read the summary, so I’m glad I didn’t finish the book otherwise I may have thrown the book across the room, which would have been a bit of a bummer as it was on my phone, and I’m kind of attached to that.

And… that’s my rather angry review. If you haven’t started this series, I would suggest reading the original three books, and then if you really want to, trying the last two. But to be honest, just look up the plots on Wikipedia.

Rating: 1/5 (DNF)

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Source: borrowed an eBook from my library

 

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Book Review: Shattered by Teri Terry

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Ignore how weird my thumb looks… Dx

Kyla was Slated: her mind was wiped clean by the government. When forbidden memories of a violent past began to surface, so did doubts: could she trust those to care for, like Ben? Helped by friends in MIA, she goes undercover, searching for her past and evading authorities who want her dead. But the truth Kyla seeks is more shocking than she imagined as the Slated trilogy concludes. – from back of book, modified.

 

Okay. O-kay. So this is a review of the last in the Slated trilogy and is the only review I’ve done of them, for two reasons. 1) I’m lazy and procrastinate book reviews all the time and didn’t get around to it. 2) These are easy books to forget! I got lost in character names and the plot. So when it’d been a couple of months, I knew I’d only be able to do a vague review, so I just didn’t do one. But not this time! Mwhahaha.

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The Fairy Tale of Pain {Short Story}

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Wordcount: 286
Prompt: write a dystopian story in 16 lines (4 paragraphs, 4 lines in each)

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There was once a world where no one felt pain. Not even for a broken bone, or during childbirth. No one cried, or felt heartbreak if their lover left them. Soon, even the concept of pain was just an idea from the fairy tales of the past.

If a child scraped their knee, they would bounce back up and carry on running, not caring about the droplets of blood that splattered onto the floor. The government, keen on shielding people from the harsh truth of life, made sure that people were immune to the emotion. Citizens were used to being pumped full of drugs on a regular basis. Smiles were permanently plastered on faces, and even death was not feared, nor the ones who had moved on missed.

But, one day, there was a girl and boy. They had been away on holiday, enjoying themselves, when the girl fell ill. She got sicker and sicker, and eventually, she died. For the first time in his life, the boy felt pain: he sat down, and cried for his lost love.

A feeling of cold settled over his chest; bile rose in his throat; tears fell down his face, puddling on the floor. He went outside, and tripped through his blindness, cutting his hand on the stones. As the blood dribbled down his wrist, the boy’s jaw dropped open in shock at the unknown feeling coursing through his veins that made him want to cry out; then, Officials from the Capital stood in his path, their eyes bright and friendly but the guns in their hands saying otherwise. Seemingly without a conscience, or even a hint as to what they were doing, they raised their arms and fired.

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