I glared at him again. Surprisingly, he returned the annoyed look before locking his eyes on my father. Ditto for my dad with him. He looked ready to murder Brian. “How dare you suggest such a thing to her? You’ve only been a couple for a week. She’s barely nineteen!”
Brian was completely unruffled by the outburst, save some eye twitching and teeth grinding that suggested he wanted to tear into my dad. He resisted the urge, though, and sat up straight in his chair to give the scary prosecuting attorney a confident, challenging stare.
Today is May 11th, but since my book doesn’t have 500+ pages, I am flipping it around, and thus it becomes 115.
Unfortunately, we were a little early, so we’d have to sit and chat for a while. I was tempted to walk right past them into the theater and pretend I hadn’t heard my father call my name, bu t he rose to his feet and shouted at us as he waved us over. “Brian! Ella!”
This was absolutely stunning, beautiful, and I just want to know how the story continues in book 2. There are twists and turns everywhere, the mystery was delightful, I loved our assassin. The romance fitted in perfectly. The ending was wonderful.
She’d entered a city made entirely of leather and paper. Celaena put a hand against her heart. Escape routes be damned. “Ive never seen — how many volumes are there?”
Chaol shrugged. “The last time anyone bothered to count, it was a million. But that was two hundred years ago. I’d say maybe more than that, especially given the legends that a second library lies deep beneath, in catacombs and tunnels.”
“Over a million? A million books?” Her heart leapt and danced, and she cracked a smile. “I’d die before I even got through half of that!”
Thank the Lord in heavens! I am done with the book. I know, I could have dropped it, but I kept hoping this nitwit girl would finally get a brain… but she didn’t.
What a disappointment. I thought we would get an amazing bookgirl, instead I got a girl who I couldn’t connect to, and who frustrated me in almost every page. Dear Lord. 😐