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E’s Top 10 Dragon Books
The Ice Dragon by George R. R. Martin
Dealing with Dragons by Patricia C. Wrede
His Majesty’s Dragon by Naomi Novik
The Dragon Quintet edited by Marvin Kaye
Black Dragon Codex by R.D. Henham
The Hero and the Crown by Robin McKinley
Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett
The Dragon of Og by Rumer Godden
Dragonhenge by Bob Eggleton and John Grant
Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher by Bruce Coville
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Top 5 books you’d like to see as movies!
these are the first ones that popped into my head but i could absolutely name a lot more
plain bad heroines by emily m. danforth
the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon
the locked tomb series by tamsin muir
the masquerade books by seth dickinson
a little life by hanya yanigihara
(some are series but whatever)
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The Brothers Hawthorne Book Review
The Brothers Hawthorne Book Review
You know, this book is pretty good! You might be taken aback by my surprise, but Jennifer Lynn Barnes’ series about the wealthy Hawthorne family has been fun at best and poorly characterized at worst.
The entire series has been carried on its entertaining elements: from the puzzles, riddles, and enjoyable (albeit predictable) twists and turns, only the plot and its labyrinthine lines has made these books enjoyable at all.
However, this book tones down the puzzles and focuses a little more on the characters, a recipe that works really well for me and what I’ve essentially been begging Barnes to do since the first title, The Inheritance Games.
This novel, called The Brothers Hawthorne, is a misnomer. It’s only about two of the brothers, Jameson and Grayson, leaving Nash and Xander as one-dimensional as they’ve always been. But hey, I’ll take it. Two brothers getting some characterization is better than the zilch we’ve been getting in previous books.
The book alternates POV’s between Jameson and Grayson, chronicling different plotlines of them trying to solve two very different mysteries.
Jameson’s story follows a rather thin chain of events where he gets entangled with a secret club called The Devil’s Mercy. The club boasts clients of only the rich and powerful variety, a club that Jameson can’t help but be tantalized by.
Jameson’s chapters simply follow him trying to get into The Devil’s Mercy, gain the attention of the man in charge, the Proprietor, and then solving a puzzle put forth by the Proprietor against other competitors for Vantage, a Scottish castle that belongs to Jameson’s estranged father.
The focus on Jameson, for lack of a better description, is boring and ridiculous. It’s in my opinion that Barnes couldn’t think of anything better for Jameson to do than finding more rich people who are also hungry and who also love to play games. I like the bits with Jameson and his father, but there weren’t enough scenes of them.
Unfortunately, only a handful are sporadically sprinkled throughout the book. If there had been more of Jameson coming to terms with his complicated relationship with his mysterious father, it would have been much more interesting than anything dealing with The Devil’s Mercy.
Grayson’s plotline, on the other hand, is handled with much more care and consideration. Even though the stakes are much lower (no Scottish castles or jumping onto bell towers) it's a hundred times more intriguing because I actually learned about Grayson’s emotions, his ties to his family, and his flaws. With Jameson, you kind of do, but it’s shallow and not nearly as deep as Grayson’s begrudging affection for his half-sisters.
Grayson’s story essentially revolves around keeping the true nature of Sheffield Grayson (his father) dead and buried and away from his sisters. He sabotages their efforts in learning what happened to Sheffiled Grayson with the mentality of protecting them. However, the more time he spends with them, the more his affection—and his guilt—grows.
While not the most novel of plotlines to exist, the emotions feel real at the very least. It’s the first time in the entire series where Grayson and Jameson feel like different, distinct people to me and not just pretty archetypes for Avery to agonize over.
Grayson’s family dynamics fascinated me much much more than any cockamamie game Jameson was playing in England because he’s constantly hungry due to an inferiority complex stemming from childhood.
The relationships Grayson builds with his sisters and their mother, in addition to coming to terms with the fact that he’s not perfect and certainly not okay, is a heavier reckoning than Jameson trusting Avery with a secret that’s not that deep and not that interesting.
Speaking of Avery, her bits were so painful that it hurt.
Every time Jameson or Grayson mention her I wanted to retch. Her and Jameson are just so perfect together. Perfect to the point that it’s unrealistic and fake. Every time Jameson solves a riddle, Avery is right there with him, equal in terms of logic and intelligence.
I get that Barnes wants to portray Avery as smart, but the idea that they’re completely and utterly synchronized every single step of the way feels so paltry and disingenuous that it makes me actively dislike any part of the book that contains both of them.
Jameson on his own is tolerable. Jameson “burning” for Avery and “breathing” for Avery is absolutely stupid. Thank goodness she was just a side character in this and didn’t have her own POV.
Other than the complaints about Avery, The Brothers Hawthorne is an enjoyable read. Could the characterization be more complex and sophisticated? Yes. Is the plot pretty foolish and duplicitous? Yes. Is it more enjoyable than the last few books of the same series? Also, yes.
Will I read the next installment? Unfortunately, yes.
While The Brothers Hawthorne is a step in the right direction, these books are still more candy cotton fun than true substance. You know what though? Sometimes that’s okay. Not every book you read has to have an intricate plotline with heavy elements and intense characters.
Sometimes books can just be fun.
Sometimes all you want is cotton candy.
Recommendation: The Brothers Hawthorne is probably my favorite book in the series since The Inheritance Games. If you’re still on the Jennifer Lynn Barnes’ bandwagon, don’t jump off now. Read The Brothers Hawthorne and enjoy the morsels of characterization that get tossed your way.
Score: 7/10
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romantic snippet ❤
tagged i do not even remember how long ago by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! since my nano project is a romance novel, this is now the perfect time to do this.
putting it under a cut because it's got lightly nsfw elements, and it's a bit longer.
no-pressure tagging @zmwrites @belovedviolence and @magic-is-something-we-create
His skin tingled pleasantly beneath his clothes, and Ashenivir couldn’t manage to get the smile from his face as he finished dressing. He rolled his shoulders; the ache would linger a while, stretching like that, but Rizeth had promised balms and massage aplenty when they returned to the apartment, so he happily bore the mild discomfort. He waited for Rizeth to finish putting away the arm-binds before going to him, wrapping him in a tight hug and pressing his face to his arm.
“Ra’soltha, we will never make it out of this room if you keep this up,” Rizeth said, though his arms came around Ashenivir anyway.
“—don’t care,” Ashenivir mumbled. “I liked that. I like you. I love you.”
His brain was still fuck-drunk fuzzy, all of him craving the attention of the person who’d made him that way. Rizeth stroked his hair.
“Do you want a set?” Ashenivir looked up. “Of those binds—would you like your own?”
Yes ran through him so hard he almost shouted it. A flash of guilt stayed his tongue. He’d had a new toy today already—and so much Rizeth had gifted him since the got here, and yes, he said it was fine, but it was still just so very much, and he hardly deserved all of this—
“Xi’hum.” Rizeth took his hand and kissed it. “Anything you want, you can have.”
Ashenivir swallowed his guilt. “Then…yes. I would.”
Rizeth’s small, soft smile banished all his worry. The gentle kiss calmed him, and by degrees he was at last persuaded to release his Master enough for them to leave the playroom. Their hands remained clasped all the way to the ballroom, and though he wasn’t wearing his leash today, with Rizeth’s fingers laced with his, Ashenivir felt as owned as if he was.
Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit (ask to be +/-)
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Book #122 - This Is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone
(stick with me, I promise this is going to make sense.)
A while ago, I came to thinking about apocalypse scenarios (wonder why) and how, while I dislike most of Christianity's ideas about the world and people and society, the Four Horsemen are among the very few things that I can get behind.
Famine, Pestilence, War and Death. Heralds of the End Times. I find that idea very comprehensive, and very effective, too. Because, to one degree or another, we are all scared of the world ending. And these Four provide quite an interesting way of categorizing and subdividing that fear. Because no matter who you are, one of these is your worst case, one of them is the one that makes you understand why you fear Apocalypse.
Some people are most scared of the senseless, omni-directional violence of War. They can deal with sickness, they can deal with lack, but the thought of a sword or a gun or a bomb, of civility giving way to slaughter, writes fear onto their bones.
Others might find Pestilence worse. Having your own body fail you. The paranoia that has you scrutinizing yourself and others, strangers and loved ones alike, until a single cough becomes the cry of the banschee and thoughts become consumed with the terror of illness, the invisible thief.
Of course, War, Pestilence and Famine all intermingle and of course, they all, eventually, lead to Death. But Death is still a category of their own, because it is a different thought, a different fear. For some, it isn't important how the world ends, only that it does. The way is not the scary part, the way is a chance to fight, to prolong, to hold out. But in the end, Death will come, and maybe that is the most terrifying thing of all?
Most important, here, though, is Famine.
Hunger, as Blue describes, can be anything. Hunger, simply put, is just the lack of fullfillment of our basic needs, the absence of anything and everything that is essential for our continuation of life as a human being.
We need nutrition. Food shortage is Famine. Drought is Famine.
We need shelter. In that way, homelessness is its very own form of malnutrition, and in any but the best conditions, it becomes a danger, a lack - it becomes Famine.
We are a social animal, as horrid as that may feel sometimes. We need each other. Solitary confinement is torture - an instrument, a form of Famine.
There is a human need for love that feels omniverous, shameful, brutal, unforgiving, and it feels like starving.
Red and Blue found each other and in their letters, they made me fear the end times.
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