A Month of Bookish Love| A Court of Thorns and Roses

Happy Tuesday Bookish Babes!

I hope you are all enjoying this month of love so far. I have another book I adore and this one is of fantastical proportions. ✨

I came to claim the one I love.”

With words as those I can’t help but swoon. But those words are uttered not by a rogue prince charming, but by a human girl out of her element who must go against all odds to save her beloved and a people who despise her.

Fairy tale retellings are among my top favorite stories to read. Even more so when you get a bad ass protagonist like Feyre who must complete herculean efforts among those that are strong, agile, and cunning… Fae. A Court of Thorns and Roses (a.k.a. ACOTAR) is a mixture of a Beauty and Beast retelling with the Scottish Ballad “The Queen of the Fairies.” If you know those, you may think you know what will happen in the story, but OH-Ho! You do not my friend. Sarah J. Maas makes this story as twisty as the deadly beautiful Fae realm itself.

ACOTAR made me swoon and gasp plenty of times throughout the book. It is romantic but sometimes books helps us deal with real life situations more clearly by setting them in a fantastical setting. In ACOTAR I learned what love is… and isn’t. It shows how far the human spirit is willing to go for the ones we love. How much we are willing to sacrifice. That when love demands more of us, we give it, freely despite the cost.

But it’s not just a traditional romance. There are also other types of love shown. The familial love that binds us in complicated and tangled ways. Feyre both loves and resents her family for the things that they’ve allowed her to do. The love of a country that has been taken over by evil, that forces Tamlin’s hand to do the unthinkable in order to save the Fae land he loves. Love underlines all their actions in thorny (see what I did there?) and intricate ways.

Full Disclaimer: ACOTAR is the first of a trilogy and the second book happens to be my favorite, but this is where it all starts. I strongly recommend you read this series because it’s just SO GOOD. But I do adore this book and its brave depiction of the ultimate sacrifices we make when we love, hard. ♥️

Be back next week with another Bookish Love Pick! Have a Happy Valentine’s Week!

xoxo, Gisela

Gisela’s review of Circe

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“That is one thing gods and mortals share. When we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world.”

An epic of not belonging, betrayal, love, death, motherhood, womanhood, and coming into power. Madeline Miller retold a Greek myth and made it extremely personal and relatable. Greek gods and heroes are were written so that regular people could look up to something, but also written in a way that reveals humankind’s deepest fears and darkest desires.

Circe is no different but with her, a distant figure only mentioned for a brief moment in The Odyssey, we experience the myths through her eyes- through the eyes of a woman who was made fun of for who she was, as an exile, and then literally exiled, banished to an island on her for eternity. Going into the wilderness, either of your own accord or forcibly is a story theme that will never get old. Because out in the wilderness, alone, is where we usually find ourselves.

We go with Circe on her journey and I could relate to her, weep with her when she was lost, and cheer when she gained vengeance, becoming powerful in her own right. Through her weaknesses and strengths, I see me, I see all of us.

This book made me happy to be alive.

“He does not mean it does not hurt. He does not mean we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.”

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I looked up pictures of Circe on the internet and this was probably my most favorite. I found some discrepancy to what it’s called but I think it’s titled, “Lady Hamilton as Circe.” I would not mind being painted as a Greek goddess, especially if it is Circe with her lions roaming around her. 

Gisela’s review of Circe