Daughter of Smoke & Bone (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #1) by Laini Taylor
Never Judge a Book…
Of course, we would never…
Because we’ve always been told not to. Certainly I would never…
Judge a book by its cover? But it’s not judging if it’s obvious. Right? Because just look at these covers.
Obviously The Daughter of Smoke and Bone trilogy is for girls. It’s nothing but a kissing book.
Sorry, not interested.
Luckily for me I have friends who enjoy shaming me into submission, who swore it wasn’t a kissing book—that it was actually so much more. My lack of interest evolved into curiosity, and my curiosity cannot be denied.
So, I picked up The Daughter of Smoke and Bone and read it. Then I read Days of Blood and Starlight. Then I read Dreams of God and Monsters. And guess what I found?
I was right. It is totally a kissing book.
But I was wrong too. There’s a really cool story mixed in with all the brooding, drama, angst and kissing. War. Fighting. Underdogs. Oppression. Heroes that rise up. Bad guys to bring down. Weak-but-strong good guys. Strong-but-weak bad guys. There are characters you want to love and characters you love to hate.
The writing is outstanding, very visual. I could see everything. The characters are tangible. The plot pulls you along. With out a doubt, there was way more killing than kissing.
That’s how this guy became a fan of these girly kissing books.
And…I suppose the kissing wasn’t so bad.
Content advisory: No language at all, but there is some PG-13 sexual content. All implied. Never physical, but lots and Lots and LOTS of gooey, mushy, girly LONGING and WANTING and BROODING and ACHING and PINING and LANGUISHING and…