If you have not read or listened to this one yet, I am incredibly jealous, as I will never get to experience this as a first timer ever again. There is something to be said for going through a book for the first time, you might get to see the layers of the book exposed, but you always know whether they go left or right at the fork of the road.
The Rose and Thorn is the next installment in the Royce and Hadrian experience and Sullivan does not disappoint. The story continues where it left off and takes you in directions that you never expected. Familiar faces from the Riyria Revelations pop up and garner extra enjoyment for those who have previously met some of them. By the conclusion of this book, you'll once again be chomping at the bit for the next installment.
And a point also worth noting is the stellar job that Tim Gerard Reynolds has done narrating this book. He really brings alive Royce and Hadrian - giving them distinctive personalities and memorable scenes.
Purchase with confidence.
I won't say that I did not enjoy the book, because I did. It was completely different from what I had been led to believe I was getting myself into though.
After reading the description of the book I thought I was going to be reading a story about a serial killer who was active during the worlds fair and the process by which the fair was built and came to fruition. I had thought there would be a balance in the book, taking time to do justice to both stories. In this I was wrong, the vast majority of the reading was about the worlds fair construction and the more sinister parts of the book took a backseat to the fairs story being told. That's not to say it was a bad thing, the information about the fair was written stunningly and had me wishing I had been able to experience it myself. But I had also been looking for a little bit more action, or intrigue, if you will.
My other problem with the book is that the two stories he tells really have no connection to one another besides they both took place during the time of the worlds fair. It seemed like two different stories all rolled into one with no focus or direction explaining why. And in this I am fairly disappointed. Both stories interesting? Yes. Better served as two different stories? Indeed.
Overall I gave this book a 3 star review, but it still felt like a quilt that was missing its stitches.
Brandon Sanderson is admittedly either my favorite, or second favorite author, and I have read or listened to the vast majority of anything he has ever put into writing. With that being said, I can confidently say that this was his weakest effort thus far. The story was generally OK, nothing earth shattering or worth writing home about. The story was simplistic and more predictable than typical Snaderson and left a bit to be desired when the book ended. Now that's not to say that I won't purchase the next one - it's more a case that I am not really looking forward to or marking the next release on my calendar.
Important to note in this review is that I am an adult reading a YA novel. I have read YA before, enjoyed it, and read even more. So I'm not writing a poor review of the book strictly because I can't comprehend the difference between adult and YA writing. The story was just lacking. I cared about few of the characters and less about the final conclusion of the book. I never at any point tried to sneak in some reading or listening when I had something else to do. I even started another book in the middle of this one, which is a are occurrence.
The main character in the book is not really lovable. He is what I might call borderline whinny and also rather uneducated completely in the department of women. To the point of unbelievability. (
A Name of the Wind is the first book in the King Killer Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss. If you have yet to listen to this one, wait no longer, you will not be disappointed. This book transcends genres, although it does have many overtones of the fantasy genre, the quality of the story and the writing will suck in even the most skeptical of the genre. The text is fluid and beautiful.
There are so many lines in this book that deserve to be returned to.
One of the most memorable parts of the book for me was the opening segment, I have transcribed it here for you:
\It was night again. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music ... but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained.
Inside the Waystone a pair of men huddled at one corner of the bar. They drank with quiet determination, avoiding serious discussions of troubling news. In doing this they added a small, sullen silence to the larger, hollow one. It made an alloy of sorts, a counterpoint.
The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it in the wooden floor underfoot and in the rough, splintering barrels behind the bar. It was in the weight of the black stone hearth that held the heat of a long dead fire. It was in the slow back and forth of a white linen cloth rubbing along the grain of the bar. And it was in the hands of the man who stood there, polishing a stretch of mahogany that already gleamed in the lamplight.
The man had true-red hair, red as flame. His eyes were dark and distant, and he moved with the subtle certainty that comes from knowing many things.The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.
Someone once described Rothfuss’ work to me as “pretentious writing” - I would simply have to call it poetic and graceful leaving that comment as far from the truth as could be possible. It is definitely not a YA book and doesn't dumb down the language for the readers; I’d like to think of that as respect for the consumer.
I'm a huge fan of Sanderson, but I was a bit Skeptical coming into such a short novella. After a slightly slow start it developed into quite a nice little listen.
I can't say that I could pick a favorite character, but each one of them (aspect) was enjoyable.
With a lot of fantasy/sci-fi the world building and info laying can take hundreds of pages. In this novella, Sanderson takes a complicated idea and boils it down into an enjoyable and crafty experience in a very short period of time.
And how can you beat the price of free? I would have been willing to pay up to $5 for this 2 hour title. Sanderson shines again.
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