A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Listen. I picked up A Court of Thorns and Roses because every millennial woman on TikTok swore it would “wake something up in me.” I assumed they meant emotionally but they did not warn me it would flip a breaker in my brain and reinstall my teenage reading obsession at full volume.

By chapter three I was like: “Oh this is Beauty & the Beast if the Beast was a hot fae with a tragic backstory and questionable communication skills.” Next thing I know, I’m knee-deep in magical politics, trying to solve a riddle I absolutely would’ve failed, and cheering for a girl who said, “I will solve generational poverty with nothing but a bow, stubbornness, and spite.” Iconic.

Feyre said high-key illiterate but trying and I said “same, queen.”
Tamlin said “I have a mask stuck to my face; please love me anyway,” and I said “red flag but okay.”
Then Rhysand walked in like a walking thirst trap with a bargain bracelet and somehow ended with me reevaluating my taste in men and Googling “is it normal to be attracted to fictional winged creatures.”

Most of this book is just:

• trauma

• vibes

• paintings no one asked for

• and Feyre surviving on pure stubbornness and spite

But did I devour it? Yes. Did I lose sleep? Also, yes. Will I keep making poor financial decisions and buying every special edition? Yes. Do I regret anything? Absolutely not.

It’s not Beauty and the Beast but it is:

• fae

• trauma-bonding

• questionable life choices

• and a gateway drug to a series that will ruin your emotional stability for years

10/10, five stars, would sell my mortal soul to Prythian.

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xoxo