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It was about werewolves. That I'm sure of. Everything unreal, everything nonexistent, everything fictional, especially creatures, it will get to me. That
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It was her writing. I never knew anything about Maggie1 (first name basis). So I can say, I had no idea of how she writes. And for her to capture my attention, enough for me to hold on to the story, that is something. It wasn't complex, her words I mean. It was conversational. Which made it easy to read. But that's not it, not how she used the words, and not how she stitched them together, that's not what I loved. That's too complicated for me anyway. I understood its meaning, but I think to make a comment like that, I should have knowledge on literary writing. And I
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The way it has either Grace's or Sam's point of view, but never both. I read the first, it was Grace's. It started with the attack. I read the next, this time, Sam's. And it made me imagined. I cannot explain, but it did. And that's what I love. Every chapter, I imagined being Grace. Then being Sam. It was a different reading experience.
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It was also THE story. Their love story. I find it romantic, mysterious, different. The little girl fell in love with the werewolf's eyes. The way Maggie emphasized that part. The mysterious yellow eyes, that I imagined everyday of my reading, until now. How gorgeous it would look in real life. And how awesome it would be to have it. And deciding on whether it's more awesome to look at it than have it. That gorgeous yellow eyes on the staring wolf. And the wolf. The wolf falling in love with the little girl. The way he told it. Told it just to himself. Like the wolf is alive. That the werewolf is still human when in wolf form. 'She's the prettiest creature I've ever laid eyes on.' Or something like that. I imagined an angel-like face of a little girl. Snowy white face. Big expressive eyes that shows only innocence. Blush on cheeks. Red lips, but not daring like adults' make up. Her hair. Wavy. Its tips on perfect Goldilocks curls. The way the hair touched her face. Her cheeks. I imagined how she would be like growing up. And as a grownup.
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That I found out in the later chapters. I mean, what she was like when she grew up. Her being aloof with the world. With her world, at least. And her longing for the woods. Her mysterious attachment to the woods and werewolves. I relate to her to some point. It was a good feeling, that relation. I admire her. Adore her. Envy her that she has her wolf.
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Her wolf. Sam. He's perfect in so many ways. How can I fall for it? It's deceiving. It's unreal. There's no such thing as a perfect guy. But Sam is. And actually, he's not. But the story, Maggie makes you think he is. And you want him. As a human. Or as a wolf. You'll get confused. I got confused. I had to know who to choose. I had to carry on.
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The tiny stories from the big story itself. The slapping of the butt (because I do that). The description of the bookstore (because I miss going to a library). The description of and SCENTS from the candy shop. Caramel apples. Chocolate. Mint. Lollipops. Cakes. It was honestly probably the things from the story. Which brings me to.
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The GOLDEN forest. It was magical. How can I not love something so magical? It was love at first read. It was romantic. Maggie described it in a way I cannot resist but imagine and want it. It's cruel to have your control taken from you. But I love it still. Because it stirs up your deepest even darkest of desires.
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Obsession. Desire. Again with the love story. I love how Sam and Grace were obsessed with each other, but not in a creepy way like Bella's. Sorry Twilight fans. I love Sam when he curled her hair on his fingers. I love Grace when she wants him more than anything. I love Sam when he tried so hard to behave. I love Grace when she smelled Sam. Earthy. I imagined mud and herbs. These little things. Their tiny moments. The silences they shared. The way Sam tried to woo Grace's mom. The songs Sam made. And how he cannot think of lyrics for his moments with Grace. From the very start, they were so in love, that the werewolf forced himself to change to save the little girl. Something werewolves can't do. Sacrifices. Even the saddest point where they felt hope from sort of knowing the cure, but the car crashed and the werewolf changed to his wolf form. The sad line on Sam's smile when the car crashed. To their happiest moments. In the candy shop. Him being excited. She smelled every bit of scent. Simple yet they were so happy. Their first formal date. In the bookstore. She covered her eyes. He read to her Rilke poetry. That was romantic. I love that moment. I wish I have moments like those. I wish and wish and wish. And I realized I loved the book, because it was beautifully written that while reading, I spent my time imagining and wishing and building these wants, desires, and feels. It caught me, my soul, my being, then I loved it too much that I wished I was in the book.
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My mind is everywhere after reading the book. A day after and I still haven't fully recovered, to be honest. This book is not perfect. Its story has flaws if you would dig deeper. There would be flaws everywhere if you would look and investigate. The story of changing because of the temperature; if it's warm, you're human, if it's cold, you're a wolf. That has questions all over it. The reason why Grace didn't change when she was bitten; she ran a high temp and was inside the car, which was supposedly hot enough to not make her change. That is questionable, too. But all those doubts, it didn't matter. At least to me it didn't. I remained patient and loyal until the last line. I blinded myself, deaf to other blog's reviews. Because of love.
I love this book Shiver. I enjoyed reading it. Not more than the Hunger Games, probably, or nearly on the same level. Nonetheless, I enjoyed it. 4.5/5 stars.
In a gist, I am in love with Shiver. Maggie Stiefvater, you are officially on my 'favorite authors' list. That being said, I shall continue being your slave2.
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1 Instagram is becoming a way for people to, not just share their photos, but to sell products. First, there were accessories. Then clothes. Then shoes. And now, even e-books. I've been followed by a lot of e-book instagram sellers, a count more than my hands can handle. In one of those seller, I found someone who posted a shelf with Forever on it. Which is the third book of the series since Shiver is a trilogy. I didn't knew it was the third book. I was clueless about anything. One thing I know though. Forever is a good name for a book. Probably just because I'm in deep love, that 'forever' seem to matter to me that much that I bought it. A quick random impulsive buying. Then I noticed Shiver. I guessed they're related because, this will sound stupid, they have one word for their title, a word that both ends with 'er'. Plus, their cover photos look related. That's it. No idea about Maggie. No idea about what it would be. What it would contain. What effect it has. Just a plain impulsive e-book haul online.
2 So what's next? I read more now about Maggie. I found out she has books on faeries. That would be next after this series.
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