A Court of Meh and ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hello hello, my sickeningly sweet funfetti cupcakes! Today, I bring you a spoiler-free gif review of a much-anticipated conclusion to a beloved series, which will be released this Tuesday.

Yep, you guessed it – it’s A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas.

Kermit flail, right? My pre-order came early and I tore this bastard in about 2 days – and this was with work and boyfriend-mandated anime marathons, too. And now I come to you, my good bookish internet friends, to give you my Hot Take. Let’s boo-boo!

Cover Talk: I hate these covers so much. They’re so juvenile. Especially for books that make pretty liberal use of some choice four-letter words.

The Summary HeistLooming war threatens all Feyre holds dear in the third volume of the #1 New York Times bestselling A Court of Thorns and Roses series.

Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin’s maneuverings and the invading king threatening to bring Prythian to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit-and one slip may spell doom not only for Feyre, but for her world as well.

As war bears down upon them all, Feyre must decide who to trust amongst the dazzling and lethal High Lords-and hunt for allies in unexpected places.

In this thrilling third book in the #1 New York Times bestselling series from Sarah J. Maas, the earth will be painted red as mighty armies grapple for power over the one thing that could destroy them all.

Robyn Says:

Verdict: Meh. If you’ve read the other two and liked them, you know you’re gonna read it. But I bet you won’t like it.

Best lines: Bish please, you know I didn’t take the time to write down any quotes.

Book Boyfriend material: Cassian x Robyn 4 eva

Rating: Five out of ten [REDACTED] (spoiler-free, remember?)

ROBYN’S FINAL THOUGHT: You know what’s fun? Picking an “A Court of” title for your own life. Mine would be A Court of Books and Rage.

Book Cat is currently sleeping on my knees, but I’m sure if he were awake, he’d have nothing but shade to throw at my low-brow reading choices. I’ll let him sleep.

Until next time, friend-os. Happy reading!

xo, R






Now the witch is back…

…and there’s hell to pay.

Yes, I’m back. What, you didn’t think I had abandoned my poor blog, did you? No, of course! Just the usual benign neglect.

Right to business today, I’m afraid. No time for pleasantries, heart-to-hearts, or spiritual awakenings. This is a short review of a short – but powerful – story by Stefan Zweig, “Twenty-Four Hours in the Life of a Woman.” Let’s get right to it, shall we?

Cover Talk: Very pretty. Pushkin Press, who has been publishing Zweig’s works in the past few years, is cleverly adhering to a consistent style, one which I really like. It’s the perfect blend of vintage and modern.

The Summary HeistThe less I felt in myself, the more strongly I was drawn to those places where the whirligig of life spins most rapidly.

So begins an extraordinary day in the life of Mrs C – recently bereaved and searching for excitement and meaning. Drawn to the bright lights of a casino, and the passion of a desperate stranger, she discovers a purpose once again but at what cost?

In this vivid and moving tale of a compassionate woman, and her defining experience, Zweig explores the power of intense love, overwhelming loneliness and regret that can last for a lifetime.

Robyn Says: Before I got any further with this review, I have to mention Wes Anderson’s film, The Grand Budapest Hotel. I love that movie so much – I rewatch it all the time – and while it is an original screenplay, Anderson acknowledges Stefan Zweig in the credits as an “inspiration” for the movie.

As soon as I left the theatre – literally in the parking lot of the theatre, actually – I googled Zweig and bought 3 of his books. He’s experienced a little bit of a surge in popularity since the film, and I’m so glad. He deserves to be included in the lists of great short-story writers, alongside Chekhov, Maupassant, and Mansfield.

This is a tiny book – barely even a novella, if we’re being honest, but, like everything else of Zweig’s that I’ve read, it packs a hell of a punch. It’s a story within a story, told by the titular Mrs C. to an unnamed narrator. I won’t discuss the plot, as to say anything more would spoil the story, so I’ll just say that it’s not a surprising journey, but it is one that’s incredibly moving, and one that, for me at least, has lingered in my mind ever since I finished reading.

If you’ve never read Zweig before, you’re in for a treat. While it’s not my favourite of his works, it does have all of the things I love about his writing: deft characterizations, insightful observations, and stunningly gorgeous writing. It’s lush, rich, decadent language – none of your terse post-modern prose here, thank you very much. And by the end, you’re thinking about your own life and your own choices, and wondering how you’d act in each of the characters’ places.

Verdict: Read it. It’s a gut-wrenching, tear-inducing, thought-provoking delight.

Best lines: “[…] at certain times in her life a woman is delivered up to mysterious powers beyond her own will and judgement.” Amen, brother.

Fancasting couch:

THE NARRATOR ~ Jude Law. Because Grand Budapest Hotel.

MRS C ~ Anjelica Huston. She is my queen.

THE NAMELESS YOUNG MAN ~ Armie Hammer. He looks like the kind of guy to fuck you over in Monte Carlo, doesn’t he?

Book Boyfriend material: I’d hit the narrator. He seems like a good guy. Everyone else can go jump off a bridge.

Rating: Nine out of ten feckless Eastern European noblemen. Yes I said feckless. It’s that kind of day.

ROBYN’S FINAL THOUGHT: Real talk, twenty-four hours the life of this woman would include at least 3 hours of crying, 5 hours of reading, and one hour of crying in the bath.

Oh, here’s Book Cat.

What sort of bibliophile are you, Librarian, to so callously abandon your blog the moment Cupid’s arrow strikes? Why not tell these good people how many books you have read since the Dragon-slayer cast his heavy-lidded eyes on you and deigned to offer you a smile? Better still, why not share how many words you’ve written since Venus welcomed you into the ranks of her acolytes? If only they knew, Librarian, how quickly you would trade books for a moment with the Tiller of the Earth–



That’s all for today, folks. Happy reading, and see you… soon?