From the day that it was announced, to the day I had it in my hands, Iron Gold built up its own hype in my mind with little to no outside influence. I was excited because obviously I loved the Red Rising trilogy, and returning to see some of my favorite characters was sure to be an adventure. But also more than a little nervous because, well, have you read the Red Rising books?! Pierce Brown has no issues with bringing unmentionable pain, or killing off his characters, beloved or not, and the odds of my favorites surviving another three books seemed slim to none.
Warning before picking up Iron Gold: If you liked the ending of Morning Star, or if you would prefer a happy ending for your favorite characters, than it is probably best that you pretend that Iron Gold doesn’t exist. Because some people will undoubtedly be uncomfortable with the way Pierce Brown makes them feel in this 600+ page monstrosity. Pandora’s box has been opened, all hell has been unleashed, and picking up Iron Gold is most certainly a commitment to emotional pain. Isn’t reading fun?
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Well that was a journey that I am still not sure I was entirely ready for.
Receiving an ARC of Shadowsong was a dream come true (corny yes, but also entirely accurate). I finished reading it early into my plane ride home for Christmas and was then left to stew in all the feelings that SJ Jones invoked in me. I have been trying to formulate thoughts for three weeks, and I really hope I can do Shadowsong justice. So, with that being said, let’s get to it.
If you pick up Shadowsong expecting the same type of story that Wintersong brought you, then you are going to be disappointed and/or confused. Wintersong was a romantic journey, but it also read (to me) as a novel of self discovery. Leisel was never quite sure where she belonged in her family, in her society, and found acceptance in the Underground with the Goblin King and his realm. Shadowsong is a journey into the troubled mind of Leisel (and her brother Josef) but also is about peeling back the consequences of burying ugly emotions for years. I was left picking apart and analyzing what leaving the Underground really did to Leisel throughout the book, and I am not sure I am even accurate on my assumptions. Wintersong is a beautiful book, but superficial in retrospect. Shadowsong is deranged and dark, and heartbreakingly sad at points.
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