Time to time, I pick up a fantasy book to lose myself in the pages of beauty and adventure and sophisticated language carefully chosen only to describe raging hormones. (Kidding. A little.) What can I say? I need variety to my reads. I’m versatile that way. Truthfully though, the book was on sale. It’s why I bought it. That’s basically the principle that governs my collection on my shelf. Book sale.
But my time was well spent because Roar is a lot better than I expected. It’s unique, intriguing, adventurous, and quite romantic too. I’m pretty impressed because this is the author’s first attempt at writing YA fantasy.
The thing with reading fantasies is you have to use your imagination twice as hard, sometimes more. But what makes it more amazing is that while you’re reading these fantastic world buildings, these complicated nobility and their snobbish ways, this complex plot about Stormlings, the so called hunters, and the rest bestowed with different gifts despite not being a royalty including a sinister character, you remember that all these can be attributed to the brilliant mind that wrote the book which leads me to stalking the author through her social media pages. Lol.
My only complaint is that I don’t have the second book and I’m even more bummed out to learn that this is a trilogy. Ugh!