![]() ![]() Like I get how some people could see it as beautiful, or amazing, or whatever glowing compliments they have to serve it. I honestly felt so emotionally drained from just opening the book sometimes that I didn’t even have the energy to close it? It was extremely dry and dense and even harder to get through than a standardized test you take for four hours and all the black text starts swimming in front of your eyes. I swear, the writing was the equivalent of every single time I almost fell asleep in class because I was SO. My main problem with this book was the writing. AKA “A STRAW IS MORE INTERESTING THAN THIS” I feel like someone just held out a chocolate-chip cookie to me and said I could have it, only to snatch it away from me when I reach for it. (Tbh it was probably just 14 days and then another 5 days of not reading but still pretending like I actually cared enough to finish.)īut nope!! None of that happened!! Somehow I sinned, and some entity thinks that my first one-star read of the year should also be the book I mentally five-starred and expected to become one of my favorites. ![]() This was after 19 DAYS of trying extremely hard to find a sliver of motivation, a tiny piece that would make me like (or even just tolerate) this book and keep going. In fact, I had to DNF the book at page 353 because I found that I’d stopped caring about… 353 pages ago. Unfortunately, The City of Brass did not give me ANY of those feelings whatsoever!! And most of all, it’s the excited feeling of finally NOT being crushed by overwhelming disappointment that a book turned out to be as good as you thought it was. It’s the peacefulness that you feel knowing that you actually can like books. It’s the contentment that you feel about not hating everything you read. The feeling you get when one of your most anticipated books lives up to your expectations is one of the best. ![]()
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