I have no chill about this book. Don’t get me started on it unless you can clear your calendar for the next WEEK because that is how long I will go on about it. The second I finished it, I wanted to knock on people’s doors Jehovah’s Witness style and ask them if they had a minute to talk about the salvation power of THIS BOOK.
IT IS THAT GOOD.
But I finished it at night, and I didn’t think my neighbors would appreciate me banging on their doors at 10 p.m., so I settled for manically texting Tracy. I used an absurd number of caps. An OBSCENE number of caps. Jump to the **END SPOILERS if you plan to read this book sometime, because…
So here is just a small portion of me venting my spleen about our two protagonists, Christian and Maddygirl, before they rode off into the proverbial sunset:
I was IMPASSIONED, people. This book sucked me in for two whole days and would not release itself from my hand.
I cooked while reading it.
I walked the dogs while reading it.
I slept maybe three hours while this was going on because I was like, “Do I want to wake up tomorrow feeling rested and refreshed, or do I want to know if Christian marries the noblewoman LIKE HE SHOULDN’T, BECAUSE HE AND MADDYGIRL HAVE TO BE TOGETHER OR I WILL RAMPAGE?”
Obviously, I made the adult decision.
NO I DIDN’T BECAUSE SLEEP IS FOR DUM-DUMS.
Anyway I went on like this for a solid hour while Tracy quietly sipped tea and waited for me to hush already. After about an hour of my evangelical ravings about Flowers from the Storm, Tracy had this to say:
She is made of rudeness. There is no excuse for such a blase response to one of the best things since Outlander.
You can read more about Flowers from the Storm from the author herself. I love her snarky take on the book’s original cover:
“C’mon. I dare you to resist that eloquent beckoning hand and grocery store bouquet.”
The Snarkist Rates It: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 and a Gif of Richard Armitage Biting Things
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