“Some things exist in our lives for but a brief moment. And we must let them go on to light another sky.”
I shamelessly confess that I fell in love with this book. Darn it!
The only stories I know of the Arabian Nights are those about Alladin, Sinbad and Ali Baba but if any of the rest of those classic tales read as wonderful as this one, I wouldn’t doubt their greatness. This magical tale incredibly spun the theme of revenge into the undying concept of love giving this clichéd theme, “falling for the enemy” a whole new different twist. It’s fantastic, magical and whimsical, it made me want to sing “A Whole New World” in falsetto with matching vibrato. Lol!
I’m not particularly a fan of overly beautiful and colorful writing but this story though written that way is entrancing. I felt like my eyes were glowing in hypnotic shapes and colors the entire time I was reading the book while my mouth constantly struggled in keeping itself shut.
Every word is luscious like every sumptuous meal mentioned in the book. (I’m totally craving for that lavash bread and goat cheese.) But seriously, the words are enchanting so that even though the plot was a bit slow in pace and the story focused more on vivid descriptions of settings and characters, it was still mesmerizing! Here’s a quick preview:
“A shared history does not entitle you to a future, my friend.”
(Reads like Master Shifu’s words, doesn’t it? hehe. I love it!)
I was torn between two gorgeous noblemen, Tariq and Khalid. I can’t imagine how it feels to be in Sharzhad’s place. It felt like my heart wanted to spiral its way out of my chest. I was giddy and swooning and hurting and all sorts of feels over this book. Also, have I mentioned how I love the heroine? She doesn’t have to kick ass because her sharp wit and silver tongue are enough to impale a man’s ego. The ending left me in an ugly combination of mush and puddle.