Out of curiosity, I checked my Goodreads 2015 shelf to see how many books I’d read by this time last year. I’m about five books behind 2015’s pace, and I’m not sure if I’m going to catch up because I’m currently nursing a massive book hangover thanks to Maggie Stiefvater’s The Raven King.
There’s always something extra special about finales of beloved series, and The Raven King was no exception. In addition, the book itself was just phenomenal, a masterpiece of prose and character study and plotting. It’s been a while since a book so thoroughly demolished me and has led to the following:
- Hesitance to start a new book: Because I just can’t move on right now! I want to linger in the world of The Raven Cycle just a bit longer! Also, I may be in absolute a tad of denial that The Raven King is, in fact, the end of the journey for Blue and the Raven Boys.
- Rereading after rereading of favorite passages from the book: I am 100% guilty of this one, so much so that I should probably just reread the whole book.
- A review that’s not so much a review as a love letter to the book: My gushiest, rambling-est reviews have been of books that blew my mind into subatomic particles, like The Raven King, Clockwork Princess, Queen of Shadows, The Dark Days Club, and very recently, A Gathering of Shadows. These novels all rendered me incapable of logical thought, resulting in babbling, overwrought “reviews” that were essentially essays on why I adored these books so much.
- Inability to resume life as you knew it before reading the book: You should be cleaning the bathroom or folding laundry or something, but instead you’re mentally replaying your favorite moments from the book that has just irrevocably changed your life. Or maybe you can’t tear yourself away from the whole rereading favorite passages thing. All you know is, you cannot fathom how the rest of the world is going about business as usual while you’re still attempting to process what you’ve just read.
I may have exaggerated a little here and there (or have I . . . ?) to add a spot of fun to this post, but #1 to #3 have definitely happened to me. I hope to have started a new book by the time this post goes live on the blog because I really, really want to make my Goodreads goal this year, lol.
Has a book ever left you with a huge hangover after reading it? Which one(s)? What made the book(s) so unforgettable?