I haven't wanted to scream (in joy, rage, and grief) or throw a book this much since Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I inhaled this book like the last breath you take before screaming down a rollercoaster. I feel immensely rewarded for sticking with this series. My heart is still in my throat, hours after finishing this book. Masterpiece!

Indulgent in descriptions of nature and travel is about the only negative of this series. It's human, it's magical, it's timeless.

DNF. I am on page 60 of 315, and /nothing/ is happening. The plot so far is, "I am pretty, but my sister is prettier. If only I were the prettiest." The point has been repeated an insufferable amount. The writing style is redundant and circuitous, like listening to an older relative tell a story they've told a hundred times before... Nothing is moving this story /forward/. At least, not at a gripping rate. I'm sure something happens eventually, but "eventually" is not enough of a promise for me to stick with this one :/.

This book is a gem! The world-building is so thoughtful and fun, I loved all the little, fresh details which went into this book:
- Lava globes for lighting caves.
- Currensea being the punny name for money.
- Bioluminescent mermaids, and merpeople with crustacean bodies, camouflaged mermaids, freshwater mermaids dappled like river bottoms...
Don't want to spoil it all, there is plenty more to discover in reading it. But it's a real world, it's a world with customs, religions, multiple languages... It's full of depth, no pun intended XD.

I am not surprised that this was published by Disney, because it gives off those Magical Princess vibes, in the best way possible. It's a story about girl power and friendship, believing in yourself and encouraging others, all wrapped up in a magical system which relies on singing! I can't believe this series isn't a TV Series yet; I would absolutely watch an underwater fantasy opera.

This book is AMAZING. Sci-Fi can get a bad rep for being stilted, too dense, or too "masculine". This book is delightfully refreshing for the genre! It's smart world-building, diversely cast, quick-witted, action packed... There is a lot to love, but I think my favorite thing about it is it's actually three stories braided into one: a detective mystery, a space-cowboy drama, and a contagion outbreak story. And twining said braid is the quintessential question for humanity: what are we, inherently, and what are we meant to become... *Mwah!* Just delicious writing <3.

Trigger Warning:
This book was a dumpster fire. I say this as someone who enjoyed the first book and the TV adaptation, problematic as some parts were. But /this/ book felt like the first was meant to be a stand-alone success, but it gained popularity, the publisher demanded more, and Charlaine Harris was left scrambling to develop a coherent plot in time.
- There are two plots, one in Dallas and one in Bon Temps, and they do not overlap in any way. These conflicts should have been two different books.
- There seems to be a /very/ flimsy theme about how we all have our natures and our cravings, and we can vilify an action or an addiction but not a /whole/ person, so long as that person feels remorse and strives for moderation. But the people who are lumped together as dangerous are: murderers, pedophiles, rapists, religious zealots, and queer folk... Being LGBTQ is not synonymous with being a threat to others, and it is precisely this fundamental failing of representation or understanding which leads to hate crimes and corrupt legal misrepresentation in reality.
- A new adversary, The Fellowship of the Sun, is introduced, and /would have been/ a welcome addition to the series. A religious order which feels that vampires are a threat to humanity, and sets their sites on converting vampires from their natures to being more human, or else offers vampires a chance to repent before "meeting God" in the holy death of facing the sun, would have been a /great/ vehicle for exploring the persecution and misunderstanding of LGBTQ. And Sookie, who is both a God-loving Christian, and a Bill-loving vampire defender, would have been the greatest narrator for wading through the hate inherent in the debate, and finding what positives could bridge both sides... /Instead/, within a few pages of introducing The Fellowship, they are reduced to cartoonish mafia villains who have access to an entire underground bunker full of weapons, and a proclivity for rape and murder... Which Bill responds to with rape and murder... So much for either side.
- The misrepresentation of relationships continues to be problematic. I had my reservations about the first book, but Sookie was a delightful, insightful, strong narrator, so her missteps in her first-ever sexual relationship seemed like a learning curve we were /supposed/ to doubt, and /supposed/ to wish better for her... But this book makes it clear that Charlaine Harris is just another vampire-romance author who doesn't understand kinks, consent, and basic relationship guidelines. A person who has been assaulted and battered twice in this book, should expect sympathy and medical attention, but instead receives ogling stares at her bruised breasts. A person who enjoys rough, spontaneous sex can have a conversation with their partner and - if both parties feel comfortable - make that a part of their routine; but a home invader who uses their superior strength to demand sex from a person is /rape/. A person who compliments their partner's appearance or wardrobe, and buys them apparel to compliment their body, is attentive and trying to speak a love language. A person who criticizes their partner's appearance or wardrobe, rips through their partner's clothing and then buys replacements as an excuse for their violence, and solicits sex even when their partner is injured/asleep/feeling-generally-gross-from-being-both-injured-and-unbathed/says "No!", is abuse/rape. A person who enjoys group, sexual meet-ups between consenting partners is valid, and nobody's business but the partners involved. An orgy without consent or safe words is gang rape. A couple who enjoys BDSM, specifically dominant-sub relationships or blood-letting is someone's kink somewhere, and nobody's business but the partners, but firm consent and safe words are definitely necessary prerequisites. A person whose kink is BDSM who attacks non-consenting strangers is an assailant, possibly a psycho; the fictional misrepresentation ought to have been punished, and the majority of BDSM enthusiasts in reality would /not/ be turned on by harming someone who was not equally enthusiastic about the situation.
In summary, this book fails its plot, its themes, its characters, and its basic premise as a kinky romance novel. Dumpster. Fire.

An incredible, adrenaline pumping installment in The Red Rising Saga. The way the protagonists and antagonists are all walking a thin, grey, moral line, and especially the way that Darrow and Lysander almost mirror each other in their journeys, makes for an equal parts exhilarating, shocking, and devastating story. I am left both hungry for and afraid of the next installment.

Imagine if Moana practiced voodoo.

This book is phenominal. It's dark and twisted, while also being respectful and elegant. It relies on its share of tropes, but this book is so refreshing: the characters are full of empathy and maturity; and the plot is full of danger and adventure, but takes its time to breathe, to describe settings, to allow characters time to digest their feelings... It was so welcome to read a YA story where the characters were NOT vapidly consumed by their hormones, and the exposition was not the /only/ device moving the story along. Adalyn Grace deserves a standing ovation for her finesse, and I cannot wait to read more by her.