I have this book now... But I'm not gonna to touch till my HEA is confirmed. If not, I'm afraid I will have to abandon this ship. :(pre-reading review
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Hah, how ignorant I was back then...
I really want to write a fantastical review that can illustrate, communicate and summarise everything I felt about this book, but I suppose I've come across a mental block. Or maybe it's just one of the few books where I can't think of anything to write about except how frustrating it is that I can't think of anything to write about. Here's to trying.
As much as I hate this cliche metaphor, this book was a rollercoaster. One long-ass, emotionally and mentally taxing ride filled to the brim with a disgustingly long list of emotions and feels: boredom, curiosity, interest, excitement, amusement, adoration, lust, adoration, lust, adoration... I'm pretty sure you can spot where Mexico is. *snort* I'm finally one of them. The fangirls who throw the word "Mexico" around with knowing glee. I'm finally in on the secret.
To an outsider (glee), one of perhaps the greatest mysteries is how this book can elicit such strong emotions and bone deep loyalty from readers, even as they throw around words like "repetitive" or phrases like "meaningless detail". Such contradictions isn't really one you can explain. To explain is to just blurt out all of these gruesome feels and frantic, jumbled words that may or may not sound like "Sin"... "Mexico"... "Sin"... "Boyd"... "sinboydsex"..."Boyd"... I'll admit. I loved Boyd and Sin. Together. Together they were literally magic. I just-- *speechless emotionally crying feels*
Anyway. I'll try not to sound like a broken record echoing every other reviewer (and saying it much less eloquently) but this was fucking long. But interestingly enough, once I was actually dragged into the story (more like I was tossed into it head first) I didn't find myself caring about the length all too much. I noted how long it took to progress to the next percent, but I really did enjoy nearly all of it.
The writing isn't the most colourful I've seen, but it was well crafted and very skilfully painted the story inside my head, managing to provoke extremely visceral reactions from me and set my heart alight (among other things). The sex scenes... *fades into black before I embarrass myself*
Another problem I had was the occasional inconsistencies I spotted and also the plausibility of some scenarios. I'm not a stickler for such details and I mostly don't even notice them, but it is always nice to have everything line up together. And though I cannot claim to have lived in a dystopian society and lived the high life of an assassin or anything of that sort, but some things just don't seem right, and I do take note of that, even if it doesn't detract from my enjoyment of the novel.
Overall? Evenfall can be described by a whole range of negative adjectives which have been mentioned by a hundred different reviewers; however, at the end of the day, it can also (and is usually) summed up with only four words: I fucking loved it.
Rating: 4.25 give or take