Winter by Marissa Meyer
And so this is the end. The end of a series that I’ve followed and loved since the first book came out. Books that I’ve loved progressively so with each instalment and with whom I’ve realised that yes, I still can enjoy fairy tales. It’s hard to say goodbye, but all good things must come to an end.
MEYER IS A MONSTER
A brilliant one – with a propensity for torturing her readers to the point of madness that we had no choice but to assume the foetal position and suck our thumbs. I know I did. Because I kid you not, that’s how I felt for about 95% of this 800-page beast. Every page had the potential for heartache due to unimaginable horrors in store for our beloved characters. The suspense on whether or not Cinder will succeed in her quest to overthrow Levana only amped up the anxiety level to unbearable heights. She and her cohorts have had to work extra hard to convince the people from the outer sectors to join in her revolution, but it’s such a difficult thing to do considering how far-reaching Levana’s and her Thaumaturge’s powers were. Besides the fact that the people of Luna were a defeated and demoralised lot, I remained unconvinced that Levana would, could be defeated.
TOO MUCH, YET NOT ENOUGH
Because this last book was supposed to be about Princess Winter, it was both a disappointment and a relief to find that only about a significant amount of this epic instalment was about her story. Not as much as I originally expected it to be, anyway. Winter’s is a sad story arch. Because she’d suppressed her powers of persuasion, her mind was slowly deteriorating into madness. Meyer gave Snow White justice. From the time her Hunstman (Jacin) was ordered to kill her, to when she found kinship amongst the wolves (the dwarves), right up to when Levana impersonated herself to give her a form of poison, Marissa threaded Winter’s story so flawlessly into this final instalment.
Though it may feel like the 800 pages was a bit long, I promise you that you will not notice the passing of time. In some instances, I felt like I was not reading fast enough or I read it too fast that I had to go back. In the end, and as in most cases where you’ve waited so long for a book, you’ll be warring with your emotions. Mostly, you’ll come to an unresolved conclusion on whether you wanted more or you’ve had enough.
I understand now why we had to wait so long for this instalment. The amount of plotting and replotting required to give birth to this book must’ve cost her blood, sweat and tears. I know it’s not perfect – no book ever is. But this is pretty much close to perfection. You know that blinding disorientation you feel after leaving the theatre? That’s how I felt after closing this book. A little dazed, a little unsure of how to go on about my mundane life.
GOODREADS SUMMARY | Feiwel & Friends | November 10th, 2015 | Hardcover, 827 pp. | Rating: 5 out of 5 Stars