HI. I’M BACK. GOOD TO SEE Y’ALL.
I’ll turn off caps lock, shall I?
What up party people. Apologies for my prolonged absence, I have post viral fatigue or something (the doctor used lots of Latin based polysyllables and lost me a bit. Now I know how it feels when I talk to my non-whovian friends about wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff. Speaking of which, have a David;
and close brackets).
So The Astrologer’s Daughter, huh? What a ride.
Petition to read un-stressful books next year. Whatever happened to books wherein the MCs ride unicorns and eat lollipops and live happily ever after? I realise they’re distinctly lacking in things like plot, and drama, and like, anything happening, but it sounds very peaceful.
TBH, the moment Simon was introduced, my annoying-guy-that-fairly-quickly-gains-more-than-two-dimensions-and-becomes-a-serious-love-interest radar started going wild. I called it. Well done, me.
I understand that some endings are left unresolved, but like… WHY. I want to know what happened. Pls. (Or maybe I don’t, but kudos to Lili Wilkinson for epiloguing – more authors need to epilogue. Which is a verb now. Apparently.)
The astrology bits were cool, if spooky. I like a good ol’ mystery.
(Yeah, I’m upping the Tennant frequency. Sorry not sorry.)
Solid book. 10/10, would be very stressed about the wellbeing of characters again.
Next up, The Messenger by Markus Zusak. Hopefully it’s full of cookies and rainbows. I don’t think it will be, but that’s my official prediction because I know nothing about the book.
Anyway, gtg wallow in my post viral fatigue and think about doing homework. (My hard drive has so many Davids on it, it’s slightly ridiculous.)
Have a great day, and DFTBA.
I took this too far again, right? Oh well.