Remember that time when I said the last review I did would be the last?
I’m a horrible, horrible, dirty pants liar. THIS review will be the last review on Accessories Not Included. It’s time for the BACARTIS to get some love and I have quite a few things to say about our friend Steven Moffat and Doctor Who’s series eight.
A few perhaps not nice things, but that’s not what this post is about. This post is about Jennifer Melzer and the second book in her Serpent of Time series.
Now, if you’re new to the blog, or if you can’t remember how I work; I will never give a book five stars or one star respectively. Why? Because those reviews on Amazon are nothing short of OMG THIS IS AWESOME or OMG THIS AUTHOR &$£%ING SUCKS. Neither are helpful. So, for my own part, I work on a 1.5 to 4.5 scale.
And now you know.
Like her predecessor, Sorrow’s Peak gets 4.5 stars.
I couldn’t put the book down, nor did I want too. This is high fantasy at its finest; perilous journey, friends who would become foe, and the big reveal that the her may or may not like but has to suck it up and do the thing anyway.
Because, you know, fantasy rules and all that.
The great thing about the Serpent of Time series is Jennifer’s deft way of stringing all of the high fantasy elements together in a way that makes the reader want more. Nowhere in the book do elements come out of left field to take the reader by surprise or make them groan. And, though Lorelei is still a spoiled brat, she’s growing up and it shows, making her a character you don’t want to throttle as badly as you did before.
The strength of the book lies in character development. While there is no shortage of glorious world building and high stakes, the real page turner is finding out what happens to your favourite characters. And, like any good series, more questions are asked then they are answered.
I’m a sucker for romance. I’m also a sucker for adventure with grand stakes and battles. This book has all of them. I wait in anxious anticipation for the third book.
I have to know what happens.
So, instead of spending that $5 on that tragic love affair a Starbucks coffee bean has between syrup and milk, do yourself a favour and pick this book up.