Woman Reading

Have you ever read a book and it's so good that you're holding the book RIGHT in front of your face? Like as the adrenaline increases the book just gets closer and closer to your nose with glee? I noticed while I was reading Golden Lily, but I've noticed I do this with other books too.

Don't read this review unless you've read the Vampire Academy books. Also there are some light romantic spoilers for the Bloodlines books. This is your warning.

Anyway, I loved this book. I love Sydney. I love Adrian. I love Adrian and the way he is with Sydney. I really liked Vampire Academy, but I wasn't in the group of super fans. Of the Mead books, the Georgina Kincaid books were probably my favorites. (So far they still are.) Well, I love reading about Sydney more than I did reading about Rose. Rose was awesome. I think it's just that I've read a lot of books with girls like Rose. I've rarely read a book about a girl like Sydney. Like I said in my review of Bloodlines, I wasn't really a Sydney fan in the VA books. But, I really like how she's developing. I like that she wears neutral colors and likes to look very put together all the time. I like that she's analytic and uses her brain. She's interesting to me.

I also think that she's a perfect partner for Adrian. The end, that last scene, just about killed me. I knew it was coming, and it still killed me. I have no idea how the hell I'm going to wait for the next book to come out, because I really want to know how this is going to play out. 

I'm sorry, this isn't one of my best reviews. I feel like my thoughts are scattered. It's probably because this is one of those types of books where so much happens it's hard to compute.

Here's a couple moments I loved.

"Do you know why I don't like him? Brayden? Because of what he said."

"What part?" Seeing as Brayden had said many things, in great detail, it wasn't entirely clear which Adrian was referring to.

"Historically inaccurate." Adrian gestured to me with his other hand, the one not on my shoulder. "Who the hell looks at you and says 'historically inaccurate'?"

"Well," I said. "Technically it is."

"He shouldn't have said that."

I shifted, knowing I should move away... But I didn't. "Look, it's just his way."

"He shouldn't have said that," repeated Adrian, eerily serious. He leaned his face toward mine. "I don't care if he's not the emotional type or the complimentary type or what. No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire and gold, and start talking about anachronisms. If I were him, I would have said, 'You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth.'"

***

He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up and lowered his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in that kiss. I was nothing. I was everything.

But perhaps the best part of all was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking.

And it was glorious.

At least, it was until I started thinking again.

My mind and all it's worries and considerations suddenly took over. I pulled away from Adrian, despite my body's protests. I backed up from him, knowing my eyes were terrified and wide. "What... what were you doing?"

"I don't know," he said with a grin. He took a step toward me. "But I'm pretty sure you were doing it too."