Shiver, too, because I guessed they're related, and now I'm glad I did get it as well, because my simple nonsense hunch turned out to be correct, that they are indeed related. Anyway.
THIS.
I'm currently on Shiver, nearly halfway of it (49.52% to be exact, as per magicscroll.net). And no, this is not a book review. Because a.) I haven't finished my reading; and b.) I need to read dozens more to do reviews and be on that level (one considered a master in reading or something?).
This is only... sort of a storage to contain all my feels, because really, it can be uncontrollable this huge block of emotions.
So I'll just start... With not much sense.
Maggie Stiefvater. Her way of writing. Inexplicably amazing. The flow of words. Her imagination clouds. The story/plot. Twists. Her mind. The changing of view from Sam's to Grace's. The description of the love they have. Their intense gazes to each other. The mystery. Sam's yellow eyes. Grace's weirdness. Her staying cool. Being cool and weird at the same time. Falling in love. It being mysterious. Falling with no words. Touching of arms. Buzz electric. Grace's obsession over Sam. Sam resisting/trying to contain his emotions. And physically. Like protecting her. Love with so much respect. The wolf with yellow eyes. Watching/falling in love to a little girl. The girl waiting. Waiting for winter. Changing. Bathtub of blood. Wrist. Lines. Fear. Warmth. Cold. Temperatures. Farenheits on each chapter. Gradually changing. Becoming colder as it end. As the book ends. Staying human. Holding on. Situations being surreal. Everything being surreal. The golden forest. The way werewolves communicate. Pictures from one to another werewolf's mind. Like photography. But with more... MAGIC. Their howling at night. And the peace that comes with and from it. Black. Grey. Blue. White. Sam. Grace. Beck. Shelby. Jack. THE Werewolves.
*** End of dump
Although, there are questionable things in the book, I seem to be too distracted to care. Too focused with imagining what it would be like to be bitten. To be there. To be actually there. In the forest. Scents. Fur. Stares. Knowing. And not knowing.
I haven't made any formal research prior to that random impulsive e-book haul, so I haven't the slightest idea who she is. Or her works. Which now I regret. But the mere fact that I'm losing myself should mean that (yes!) I am in love with this girl Maggie Stiefvater. Reading from her blog, I found out she not only beautifully wrote these books on werewolves, but she has books on FAERIES, too. Very smart, that author is, to hold that part in me, that interest of mine, holding it and very STRONGLY if I may add. I just had found out what Lament and Ballad were about but she had already caught my whole... just.. EVERYTHING and if only I haven't started with Shiver, I would have read her faery books right there and then. She seems to know where to pinch me. What my imagination and daydreams were about. It's cruel. In a way that I can't control. In a way that I love and desire for more. Which made me decide I'm reading EVERYTHING on Maggie Stiefvater.
*** Edit:
So I was googling for pictures and stumbled upon this. Emma Watson, a girl I love, in a movie based from a book that I love. OHMYGOSH.
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