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Ravensong
by TJ Klune
adventurous
dark
emotional
hopeful
mysterious
reflective
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
This book and I got off to a very rough start together. It kicks off with 150 pages of the angstiest events and background stories of Wolfsong retold from Gordo’s POV, laced through with some new, equally sad bits of his childhood. I had a hard time wanting to pick up all that angst during this, the season of the Red, White & Royal Blue movie debuting in all of its unprecedented queer joy.
Once I finally made it through that and up to present day, where Ravensong picks up the story from the end of Wolfsong, it was hard to put it down. Gordo is endearingly frustrating, and it was a relief to finally see him relent a little and start trying to let his family in. Gordo and Mark are flint and tinder; somehow the hottest part of this book for me was just scenting in a dark alley, no sex involved, but it was scorching. I enjoy the wish fulfillment of these types of stories, where there's some kind of magical bond allowing people to inhabit each other's memories and feelings. What I wouldn't give to have that level of understanding between people in real life.
Getting to witness more of Ox's growth into an unprecedented, unstoppable force continues to satisfy, and he makes the animal in my own heart want to roar right back at him. For me, the song of Green Creek will always be Ox and Joe and what they build together, and I wasn't sure how I would feel about the subsequent books being other POVs. That being said, I loved Ravensong just as much as Wolfsong, and I'm eager to find out Robbie's innermost thoughts about his ridiculous glasses.
Favorite Quotes:
Once I finally made it through that and up to present day, where Ravensong picks up the story from the end of Wolfsong, it was hard to put it down. Gordo is endearingly frustrating, and it was a relief to finally see him relent a little and start trying to let his family in. Gordo and Mark are flint and tinder; somehow the hottest part of this book for me was just scenting in a dark alley, no sex involved, but it was scorching. I enjoy the wish fulfillment of these types of stories, where there's some kind of magical bond allowing people to inhabit each other's memories and feelings. What I wouldn't give to have that level of understanding between people in real life.
Getting to witness more of Ox's growth into an unprecedented, unstoppable force continues to satisfy, and he makes the animal in my own heart want to roar right back at him. For me, the song of Green Creek will always be Ox and Joe and what they build together, and I wasn't sure how I would feel about the subsequent books being other POVs. That being said, I loved Ravensong just as much as Wolfsong, and I'm eager to find out Robbie's innermost thoughts about his ridiculous glasses.
Favorite Quotes:
"You know," Carter said, "this is the point in horror movies where I usually shout at the screen for the people to not go inside the house."
"You're a werewolf," I muttered. "You're the one that's usually waiting for the people inside the house."
He looked offended.
"What in the fuck," Carter muttered after walking into the rather large skull of an animal I didn't think I'd ever seen before.
"It's certainly not the interior design choice I would have gone for," Kelly whispered to him.
"You think? Nothing says 'welcome to my murder shack' like skeletons hanging from the ceiling."
"Is that a jar of eyeballs on the shelf?"
"What? No, don't be stup—that's a jar of eyeballs on the shelf. Well, now I'm officially that person that shouldn't have gone inside the house."
The song of the Alpha was a tremendous thing, and no one sang it like Oxnard Matheson.
The smile returned. "Your threats don't sound so bad now that I know you've got my wolf tattooed on your chest."
"Bite me," I snapped, stalking off after the Alphas.
Mark chuckled behind me. "Oh, I will."
Fucking werewolves.
"Because it was the only part of you that's ever been mine."
"In a minute," Ox said, and I'd never heard him speak so coldly, "there's going to be yelling. Probably some screaming. Things are going to get confusing. Blood will be spilled. I want you to remember something for me when that happens. All I wanted to know was your names."
"You can't promise that," I said through gritted teeth.
"Watch me," Ox said.
Once, the moon had loved the sun.
Once, there was a boy.
Once, there was a wolf.
He had sat with his back against a tree.
His bare feet were in the grass.
The boy leaned forward and kissed the wolf.
And knew then that nothing would ever be the same.
He said, "Okay," because it was that easy for him. To have faith in me.
Rico was in the break room, feeding Bambi grapes by hand as she sat in his lap.
I didn't understand straight people.