"I wonder how long it will take for me to feel as adult on the inside as I look on the outside." - Puck Connolly
Sometimes you read a book and it becomes your whole world while you are reading it. For me, The Scorpio Races is one of those books.
I am just forever in debt to Maggie Stiefvater because this book has truly affected me. It's very difficult for me to put into words.
But I suppose the best way I can say it is this: The Scorpio Races is the kind of story I would hope to write, if I had the talent.
It's incredibly unique. Stiefvater's writing is totally immersive. So much detail, and yet all of it felt relevant. I savored every word, every page, every single bit of this book that I could.
I have heard some say that it was too slow, and I understand that critcism. It just wasn't true for me and my personal reading experience. Yes it was slow, but I feel that it absolutely needed to be.
This is a story that blooms in its own time, a breathtaking experience if given the proper patience.
While I read this, I was on the island of Thisby. I could feel the cold November breeze threading through my hair, I could smell the tinges of brine and blood on the waves that soaked the shoreline. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as the events unfolded. And I read the last thirty pages of this story with tears streaming down my face.
I'm just so damn emotional, and left sitting here in a heap of my feelings.
I know this review isn't very specific, but it suffices to say that I loved everything. From the characterization, to the world building, to the plot, to the writing style - it's the whole package. I couldn't recommend this book enough, especially for fans of Stiefvater's other works.
Now please excuse me while I go recover in a dark corner somewhere.