Endless Wonder

 I wrote this at 10.30pm the other day please don't judge me Follow me on Goodreads! (cover image taken from goodreads) who is this chick posting a book review idk her also who is this absolute MANIAC posting twice in one week someone stop her omg Was this book amazing? No. Did I still have a load of fun reading it? GOD YES I absolutely love this fantasy world, I fell in love with it in the Six of Crows duology and reading this book felt almost like coming home 🥺 it's so intricate and atmospheric and unique and did I mention I l o v e i t , absolutely legendary It's so interesting reading this after Six of Crows cause you can really tell how Leigh Bardugo's style has developed, the writing quality in this is... not amazing? But my love for SoC and this world kept me engaged so it was fine. Alina had... pretty much no personality, she was quite a stereotypical YA heroine in the way she thought and acted (though she did get a bit more interesting towards the end?) and Ma

  The other day, I felt alive. It was evening. The sun was setting in a gentle splendour, the sky turning a soft, dusky orange over the fruit trees in my garden. It was chilly but not uncomfortably cold, the breeze tickling rather than biting my cheeks; I wrapped myself up in a coat nonetheless, relishing the warmth of the material against my skin and the feeling of cosines it gave me. I stepped outside in my oversized wellies and took a deep breath of fresh air as I crunched my way through the yellow and orange leaves littering the grass, my gaze lost on the soft light filtering through the trees’ bare branches.   It was so quiet out there, so still. Even overlooked by my neighbours’ houses just a few metres away, I felt like I was completely alone; like I was the last person left in the whole universe. It struck me how rare this is — how rare it is to find moments of absolute peace and stillness in a world of blaring horns and blazing streetlights, a world that never stops rush

  My dearest Jane, How are you, my love? Oh! I can scarcely explain how desperately and terribly I miss you! How I long to see your beautiful face again! It has been less than two months since we saw each other last, and yet it feels like an eternity. I begged and begged Papa to let me visit you this winter, but he remains firm in his resolution that we not do any more travelling until summer at least. I am certain I shall go quite mad with impatience before then, for there is nothing I desire more than to be in your company once again. Oh, Jane! I am certain I am still as lovestruck as the day we met. Every night I go to sleep thinking of your beautiful blue eyes, and wake up thinking of your smile. I’ve been thinking of the first time I saw you. It was summertime, and I had recently turned sixteen; Papa and I visited your uncle, eager to make the acquaintance of the niece now living with him. We entered the drawing room and there you were, sitting in a window seat with the afternoon