In a land ruled and shaped by violent magical storms, power lies with those who control them.Īurora Pavan comes from one of the oldest Stormling families in existence. You can find it here.New York Times bestselling author Cora Carmack's young adult debut: Roar. (edit: I actually ended up doing a whole rant about the type of problematic relationships there were in this book and how they seem to crop up a lot in YA. The only positive is that I got this from the library, so at least I didn’t throw away my money to read it. At best, the romance was boring, at worst it was highkey problematic. The characters have all the appeal of beige paint. Nothing else.Īs someone who loves to write and hopes someday to be published, I feel bad completely trashing a book like this, but I honestly can’t think of anything that elevates this book beyond a waste of a perfectly good tree. So, yeah.

It’s literally just the weirdass creepy romance. I’d address another aspect of this book but OH WAIT THERE ISN’T ONE. (“I’m the only person who’s ever kissed you, so you’re mine.” Ew, no.) I’ll pass for watching Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir skate Moulin Rouge for the umpteenth time.ģ.

They had a bit of chemistry, but not a lot and any vaguely hot moment they had was ruined by Locke saying something creepy and possessive.

They fell in love literally because they’re both gorgeous and spent the rest of the book saying that there was something different and speshul about each other because the power of boners is stronger than the power of bland personalities. The relationship between Aurora and Locke was just painful. It’s such a guilty pleasure.) But, I’ll be honest, they’re few and far between. Do you know what? I can actually really enjoy a steamy romance-driven fantasy.

Were we just supposed to read for the romance? Because…Ģ. I got to the last page and was so surprised… because literally nothing had happened that felt like the climax. Where is the plot? WHERE IS THE PLOT? There wasn’t even any action at the end. It’s just Aurora going on a road trip, avoiding all the bits that would have made the road trip interesting, and falling in luuuuuurve. I deserve a medal for actually finishing this.ġ. In some ways, this is a case of “not for me”.

Roar by cora carmack