Hate to break this at the start but I feel like Fire is such a sad book to read during the holidays
(and while the reader is burning with fever).
I don’t even want to go back to the reasons why it’s sad because being inside Fire’s head was depressing enough for a sick person. Needless to say, it’s that woe-is-me type of book. But apart from that, I’ve got five points to share, and I’m praying that people won’t judge me of my superficial concerns / reactions on the book):
1. While I admired how gorgeous and charming and vigorous Lord Archer was, it still felt disgusting to know that he was banging every female he saw walking. It was like he only had two requirements for sleeping with a human being: a) should be female; b) should be moving. I never figured Clara to be one of his women, but I guess that’s just how it went down in the old era.
2. I was soooooooooooo bored spending chapters in Brigan & Fire’s travel to King’s City. Seriously. They could’ve cut a lot of unnecessary details in that part.
3. Why does Fire keep on saying “I love you” to men? Replace her fiddle with a guitar and dye her rainbow-colored locks blonde, then voila — we’ve got Taylor Swift!
4. I like the love story of Fire and Brigan. It grew from a silent communication and broke down a high, sturdy wall. It’s one of a kind.
5. If you were living in Fire’s time, you would most certainly doubt your parentage. Gawd, how horny were the people back then?
Oh how I’ve missed Katsa & Po. I can never endure a damsel in distress ever again.
Reading Challenge: 2 out of 35