I read a lot of good books. I read a good amount of great books. But every now and then a book comes along that defies description, a book for which no superlative is superlative enough, a book that makes me shout unintelligible words as I’m reading at 3:00 in the morning because THINGS just happened and the words are so PRETTY and I can no longer be expected to contain my EMOTIONS.
For the record, I adore Graceling and Fire as well. Fire was my favorite, before I read Bitterblue. Now, I just don’t know because, while Fire moved me in ways no other book had before, Bitterblue . . . Bitterblue was transcendent.
ALLOW ME AND UNICORN TO EXPLAIN:
Five days ago, it BEGINS. Friend, librarian, and book blogger BRITNEY, fresh home from ALA Midwinter, bestows upon me the oracle of oracles. At the reference desk, a happy dance unlike any other happy dance I have happy danced before ensues.
I read the prologue surreptitiously between patrons.
I pack all weekend for my move, in constant agony, taunted by the book sitting “innocently” on my nightstand.
I finish packing. I BEGIN IN EARNEST.
I break for food. QUICKLY.
Page 406 (when I realize the inevitable):
If that doesn’t get you excited about Bitterblue, I don’t know what will. I mean, that’s an OFFICIAL Firefly announcement up there. Just think about that.