A wiser Cannonballer than I described Sarah J. Maas’s A Court of Thorns and Roses series as great hangover reads and I was tempted to extend that to her Throne of Glass series but these aren’t so much “stall your pain” as “forget the world”. And with the way the world is right now, I could do with a whole lot of forgetting.
Again, I reiterate, these books are not good. Yet somehow I can’t put them down. I start reading and look up and HOURS have passed and I’ve been filling my brain with empty calories and I’m still hungry. I can easily see myself spending actual American dollars on this whole series and why not, the world is burning, does anything really matter? I’m serious, I’m looking at the Amazon link right now. It would cost me less than $25 USD total to own on Kindle the four I currently don’t have, what is stopping me. Please, give me a reason.
Interlude from existential dread …
Anyway, this book is where it all began. This is where we meet the perfect, beautiful, multi-talented, good-at-everything, eighteen-year-old greatest assassin in the world with a heart of gold. It’s a world that had magic but no longer has magic and there’s an evil king but a good, decent prince and sorcery somehow because reasons? It’s already stopped making sense because I’m not sure it ever did but oh man is this some very necessary escapism.
I’ve closed the Amazon link, but I still know it’s there.