Should I start by telling you that I loved this book? That I hated myself for racing through it to the finish but that I couldn’t stop myself reading page after page? That it might just be my new favourite novel of the year (and I’ve read a lot of good books this year)? Is that setting it up for a fall?
I know how annoying it can be to hear someone raving about a book, but seriously, what’s not to love about poetic writing, a passionate race of people, gods interfering with mortal affairs, and riddling prophecies?
TheBrontëSister 