Let me start by saying, I fulfilled every expectation I had of myself when I forgot about this blog. I have no shame, but I also want to be better, and that, my friends, is what we call growth.
In other bookish news, January has rekindled my love for reading. Something about the new year has sparked something within me to break out of the funk I was in for most of 2018, and now I’m reading again. Not just reading, but enjoying it more than I have in years.
Reading, more than anything, makes me want to write, about everything. I love reviewing books and sharing my unsolicited opinions, so here’s so hoping that I will stick with it this year. 2019, be good to me.
After many months (four, to be exact), I have turned the final page of one my favorite series of all time, the Shades of Magic series by V.E. Schwab. Finishing this book was bittersweet. I stretched the final bit of reading over four months because I didn’t want it to end; on the other hand, I felt such peace and closure for the characters I’d grown to love. If you think I’m being dramatic, it’s because you’ve never read the series yourself. If you’re still interested, keep reading for a spoiler-free review.
A Conjuring of Light: 5/5 Stars
“Anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. It softened the blow of leaving. Eased the strain of parting. A careful nod to the certainty of today, the mystery of tomorrow. When a friend left, with little chance of seeing home, they said anoshe. When a loved one was dying, they said anoshe. When corpses were burned, bodies given back to the earth and souls to the stream, those left grieving said anoshe.
Anoshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go.”
– V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light
Wheeeeeeew. It’s been days since I’ve finished this book and I still don’t have the capacity to collect my thoughts and form a coherent sentence.
This book, in all of its 600+ page glory, culminates the struggles, sacrifices, deaths and victories of the first two books, and wraps it up in a beautifully written and soul-wrenching package. The entire book is action-packed, but the last two hundred or so pages will have you on the edge of your seat and unable to put it down.
Schwab is one of my favorites authors of all time because she writes beautifully, in a way that really connects with me. I’ve read five of her books so far, and I’m always in awe of how each of her unique characters have distinct voices, personalities, quirks, flaws, and it’s impossible NOT to love them because she writes it so. Ugh. I could gush all day about her writing, but I digress. If you’ve read any of her books, you’ll know what I mean.
This book, really the whole series, renewed my faith in magic. Not Harry Potter wand-waving magic (because let’s be real, I never lost faith in that), but the magic of literature. The feeling of reading a book so fantastic that you savor the reading as long as possible so you don’t have to say goodbye. The magic of connecting to completely made-up people who feel intensely real, and not just on the page. The magic of feeling inspired when you close the book and dream of maybe someday making someone feel the same things.
I wasn’t sure how to say goodbye to the series, but I found my answer in the final pages. Anoshe.