After finishing An Enchantment of Ravens, I spent a great amount of time pondering about its rating. On one hand, it was clear to me that it does not deserve 3 stars. It was ideal to make my mind drift and explore uncharted territories, to forget all those tiny and huge daily things that make me lose my sleep. Why not give it 4 stars then, Kat? one could wonder. Well, because I feel that those past months I've matured as a reader - and reviewer - and I came to accept that 3 stars is not a bad rating, and that 4 (and especially 5) stars should be saved for the books I truly enjoy. 3 stars means that it was a pleasant reading experience, but it did not sweep me off my feet. Even though I wanted to so badly.
I really should stop buying books for their cover.
Although, to be fair, the premise sounded like my cup of tea, and it should have been. It was, mostly. But I feel like I'm slowly (and steadily) turning into a grumpy, bitter old lady who complains about anything and everything and cannot be satisfied, unless her 72 cats do something adorable.
You are the reason I will fail my upcoming exams. Instead of studying, I spent the entire day reading your beautiful book and daydreaming about a brooding prince and swooning over a heartwarming romance and plotting to take back a kingdom. I think you have destroyed me.
I've been trying for a while to come up with a catchy line to open this review, but then it dawned on me that Michael J. Sullivan does not need a catchy line to draw attention to his work. His marvelous writing skills, his endearing characters and their heart-pounding adventures, my eagerness to keep visiting his fantasy lands and the blissful feeling that I am home whenever I dive into his stories speak volumes, so I can't help but state the obvious; he is a master storyteller, and the world of fantasy is lucky to have him.