“What music?” That half-woken memory tickled again, an itch I could not scratch.
“Tut,” she said, turning her smile on me. “You, of all people, should have recognized it. Can you not hear the music of your own soul singing?”
Well I FINALLY finished it and boy was it worth it. I think under different circumstances I would have finished this a lot faster but life has been crazy and this book wasn’t something I just wanted to rush though. No, this was a book to be savored. I so thoroughly enjoyed all of the musical aspects, even if I couldn’t quite understand or relate entirely. I have heard music that has moved me, you know? It’s not even something I want to try and describe either because it wouldn’t come out right, just know that I understand how music could be so important to Liesl.
The kiss is sweeter than sin and fiercer than temptation. I am not gentle, I am not kind; I am rough and wild and savage. I bite, I nip, I lick, I devour. I want and I want and I want and I want. I hold nothing back.
This book actually wasn’t what I expected in any way. To be honest, after seeing so many differing reviews, I don’t know if I had *any* expectations other than that it was probably going to bore me or ruin me (in a good way). I’d like to think that if I had to choose one, it would be the latter. Hearing Liesl’s story was really hard at times but it also was something I was glad to have read afterwards. It’s rare that there is a heroine in a story that struggles that much with self-esteem in such a real and believable way. I felt for her I really did. While I’ve never in any way been shadowed by any of my siblings, I am the oldest so I know that I would put them first if I had to. It’s just what is ingrained in me. What I really appreciated was that, even though I wouldn’t say she was completely over her insecurities at the end of the book, the Goblin King wasn’t really the one to help her. Sure, he encouraged her push her music and to let go of what she was burying deep down inside of her but it was LIESL who actually did it in the end. She composed. She gave the music to her brother, the prodigy, to play. She left of her own free will. In the end she came into herself and that was so satisfying to read.
Of all my mortal emotions, hope was the worst. All the others were easy to carry and easy to put aside: anger flashed then burned out, sorrow gradually lightened, and happiness bubbled then disappeared. But hope…hope was stubborn. Like a week it returned, even after I had plucked it away again and again.
Hope also hurt.
Other than the deep stuff, I was also a HUGE fan of the writing and quite intrigued by the romance/ Goblin King himself. WHO WAS HE?! Who was the woman that left?! I am quite glad there is a second book to look forward too because I feel like both of their stories are far from over. As you might be able to tell from the middle quote, there were a few adult scenes but neither were explicit. The writing too, while beautiful, *might* not be suited to readers just getting out of middle school because it really was a lot to sift through and absorb at some times–though there are always exceptions to that! I’d still very much recommend.