“Book Hangover: When you’ve finished a book and you suddenly return to the real world, but the real world feels incomplete or surreal because you’re still living in the world of the book.”

Do you want the real truth of reading the second installment in Sarah J. Maas’ mind-blowing series?

It. Will. Rip. You. Apart.

This series was an ultimate game-changer for me.  It has pushed and shoved its way to the top of my favorite books list.

There aren’t enough words in the human language to describe this book and all of its wonders, but I’m going to try with this mediocre review.

Warning: If you haven’t read “A Court of Thorns and Roses” (the first book) yet, this review will spoil it!  So go pick it up ASAP (Buy “A Court of Thorns and Roses”) and then return to us in your land of bliss.

About This Book:

640 Pages

Released May 3rd, 2016

Genre Tags: Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult

“A Court of Mist and Fury” described by Goodreads:

“Feyre survived Amarantha’s clutches to return to the Spring Court—but at a steep cost. Though she now has the powers of the High Fae, her heart remains human, and it can’t forget the terrible deeds she performed to save Tamlin’s people.

Nor has Feyre forgotten her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court. As Feyre navigates its dark web of politics, passion, and dazzling power, a greater evil looms—and she might be key to stopping it. But only if she can harness her harrowing gifts, heal her fractured soul, and decide how she wishes to shape her future—and the future of a world cleaved in two.”

Pick it up at Amazon: Buy “A Court of Mist and Fury”

As we remember from “A Court of Thorns and Roses” our dear Feyre had to make some life-altering decisions for love.  These decisions cost her greatly, and that is where “A Court of Mist and Fury” picks up on.

If you loved the relationship between Feyre and Tamlin, this book might be a disappointment for you.  I enjoyed the relationship, as I spoke about in my Review of “A Court of Thorns and Roses”, but there was always something lacking.  I tried to push the nagging thought away but it resurfaced whilst reading ACOMAF.  Rhysand speaks on the issue several times, which is the fact that Tamlin stood by and watched as horrible things happened to Feyre.  I kept pushing it aside by allowing the excuse to be simply that he had no choice, but there is always a choice.  Rhysand made many risky choices to help Feyre in her most desperate times of need.

Remember how I stated in my review of ACOTAR that I believed Rhysand to be the most beautifully written character of the novel, and that I couldn’t wait to read more of him in ACOMAF?

Well, my wish was more than granted.  I wasn’t expecting ANY of what happened in ACOMAF, which is what made it so unbelievably amazing.  It exceeded all expectations, and I sincerely hope you add it to your TBR list.

Feyre!!!  So much development in one person, and Sarah J. Maas did a beautiful job at creating a character with so much depth.  She hit the nail on the head with her portrayal of depression, and effortlessly wrote the process of finding ones self and taking life by the reins.  

I want to speak about it more in depth, but I won’t because I want you as the reader to go in without knowing much of anything.  Allow it to knock you away like it did for me!

I grant “A Court of Mist and Fury” FIVE HEARTS


I cannot WAIT for the final installment of this series, expected in 2017.  I am practically shaking just thinking about it.

In the meantime, here are some of my highlights from the book (refrain from reading them until after reading ACOMAF if you don’t want any spoilers).

♥  I forced my gaze up, to Tamlin, his shoulders back, head high.  So unaware of the true extent of how broken and dark I was inside.  How unfit I was to be clothed in white when my hands were so filthy.

♥  Rhys released my elbow only to slip a hand around my waist, pressing me into his side as he whispered in my ear, “Hold on.”  Then darkness roared, a wind tearing me this way and that, the ground falling beneath me, the world gone around me.  Only Rhys remained, and I hated him as I clung to him, I hated him with my entire heart–

♥  “Want?  I want you to say thank you, first of all.  Then I want you to take off that hideous dress.  You look…”  His mouth cut a cruel line.  “You look exactly like the doe-eyed damsel he and that simpering priestess want you to be.”

♥  “I will say this once–and only once,” Rhysand purred, stalking to the map on the wall.  “You can be a pawn, be someone’s reward, and spend the rest of your immortal life bowing and scraping and pretending you’re less than him, than Ianthe, than any of us.  If you want to pick that road, then fine.  A shame, but it’s your choice.”  The shadow of winds rippled again.  “But I know you–more than you realize, I think–and I don;t believe for once damn minute that you’re remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on his ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on his ass while you were shredded apart–”

This is what I love about Rhysand, he doesn’t beat around the bush with Feyre (about MOST things 😉 )  His honesty is so very intriguing.  

♥  That girl who had needed to be protected, who had craved stability and comfort…she had died Under the Mountain.  I had died, and there had been no one to protect me from those horrors before my neck snapped.  So I had done it myself.  And I would not, could not, yield that part of me that had awoken and transformed Under the Mountain.


♥  Rhys released my chin.  But as he lowered his hand, I gripped his wrist, feeling the solid strength.  “It’s a shame,” I said, the words nearly gobbled up by the sound of the city music.  “That others in Prythian don’t know.  A shame that you let them think the worst.”  He took a step back, his wings beating the air like mighty drums.  “As long as the people who matter most know the truth, I don’t care about the rest.  Get some sleep.”  Then he shot into the sky, and was swallowed by the darkness between the stars.

♥  Hands–there were hands on my shoulders, shaking me, squeezing me.  I thrashed against them, screaming, screaming–“FEYRE.”  The voice was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of my body calmed at the primal dominance in it.  “Open your eyes,” the voice ordered.  I did.  My throat was raw, my mouth full of ash, my face soaked and sticky, and Rhysand–Rhysand was hovering above me, his eyes wide.  “It was a dream,” he said, his breathing as hard as mine.

♥  “So I’m your huntress and thief?”  His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.”

♥  I slammed a hand into his chest, and he staggered back a step from the strength of the blow.  I blinked.  I’d forgotten–forgotten that strength in my panic.  Just like with the Weaver.  I’d forgotten how strong I was.  “Yes, you did,” Rhysand snarled, reading the surprise on my face, that icy calm shattering.  “You forgot the strength, and that you can burn and become darkness, and grow claws.  You forgot.  You stopped fighting.”


♥  I was about to beg Rhys to fly me home when I caught the strands of music pouring from a group of performers outside a restaurant.  My hands slackened at my sides.  A reduced version of the symphony I’d heard in a chill dungeon, when I had been so lost to terror and despair that I had hallucinated–hallucinated as this music poured into my cell…and kept me from shattering.  “You,” I breathed, not taking my eyes from the musicians playing so skillfully that even the diners had set down their forks in the cafés nearby.  “You sent that music into my cell.  Why?”  Rhysand’s voice was hoarse.  “Because you were breaking.  And I couldn’t find another way to save you.”

“Someone please send cleanup to aisle ten, there’s a girl in a puddle of her own tears, copy”

♥  Rhys still knelt, wings drooping across the white sheets, head bowed, his tattoos stark against his golden skin.  A dark, fallen prince.  The painting flashed into my mind.  Flashed–and stayed there, glimmering, before it faded.  Bit it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest.  The hole that was slowly starting to heal over.


Okay, so….I sincerely did not realize just HOW MUCH I highlighted of this book.  There’s probably about fifteen more, but I’m going to leave it at that to save my fingers from falling off from typing in such an excited frenzy.  I loved this book so much, and I hope that if you get the chance to read it you do too.  

Thanks for reading!  Comment any feedback on this review, it would be greatly appreciated!

-Gabrielle ❤