Actual Rating: Infinite Stars
So I got my hands on this little beauty, and to start off, let me just tell you I’m currently crying like a baby and wringing my hands.
Synopsis via Goodreads:
It has been two years since Violet Eden walked away from the city, her friends, her future and – most importantly – her soulmate, Lincoln. Part angel, part human, Violet is determined to stand by the promises she made to save the one she loves.
Living in the perpetual coldness of a broken soul she survives day to day as a Rogue Grigori in London.
But when an unexpected visitor shows up at her door, the news he bears about someone she swore to protect leaves Violet with no choice.
Even worse, she fears that this might all lead back to the night she tries hardest to forget. And what was taken without her permission.
Violet is going back to New York … and she knows exactly who is going to be there.
With Phoenix in her dreams and Lincoln in her heart she knows it is only a matter of time before the final choice must be made.
This is the reason I love reading with a passion. This is the reason I want to be an author.
I’m going to do this post without giving away anything, I swear. It’s going to be hard, but I’ll suck it up and do it.
I would say I’ve read over a million books. I’m an eighteen year old who can read a 400 page novel in a day, easily. And I do it often.
But never, ever have I stayed up past 2:00 a.m. to finish a book. Never. It’s, like, my deadline. Once it’s that time, I stop wherever I am and put the book down to go to bed.
I did an all nighter for this beauty.
The clock hit four a.m. this morning and I told myself I needed to go to bed. I didn’t feel tired, but I’ve never done an all nighter before and I didn’t want to start now. But I couldn’t, I really couldn’t. But I tried. I went to bed and lay tossing and turning for an hour, before giving up and continue reading.
I finished it.
Also, with all the books I’ve ever read, I have never, ever felt this way about finishing a series. Not. Ever. This is – hands down – the best series I have ever read. Ever. And I know, without a doubt, it will forever be my favorite.
And right now (I’m still crying, BTW. It’s starting to get messy.) I’m a hot mess, because I just started thinking about Violet and Lincoln and Phoenix and Spence and everyone, and at this very moment, I cannot bear the idea of picking up the first book in the series to start rereading it, or even going back to my favorite scenes or even so much as glancing at my bookcase where I might see the series pristinely laid out, because it just hurts too much. It just freakin’ hurts too much.
My chest feels like it’s imploding and I swear this must be a piece of what Violet feels. Every. Single. Day. And when the reader can literally feel the emotions of a character, you know that what you have in your hands is completely and utterly priceless.
I love these characters more than any other ones. I feel their emotions. So. Much. More. Than I ever thought possible. It hurts. It really hurts, guys. But even though I’m crying – and I almost cried in front of my parents today at lunch because of this very reason – it’s a good kind of hurt. The one that reminds you that books can still do this to you, even when you feel like you’ve read everything.
Because there are no characters that blend into the background. There are no clear-cut bad and good guys, and even though you know that you should hate a character at some points, you realize that that character is the best one of all. Because sometimes things aren’t clear cut, and we just need to go with gut instincts and realize that we’re never going to get a clear cut answer.
I’m babbling, I know. And I’m sorry, but I’m also really not.
Because I really, really want everyone to read this series. I really do.
Please. Do yourself a favor and just trust me on this. Read the bloody series.
Hakuna Matata, people.
I’m gonna go cry my eyes out now. If anyone needs me, bring chocolate.