“Books, too, had hearts, though they were not the same as people’s, and a book’s heart could be broken: she had seen it happen before. Margaret did an amazing job creating a world that was so vivid, you felt like you were transported into the pages, walking the streets with Elizabeth as she worked to clear her name.
It was always leaving me on the edge of my seat. I couldn’t have been more blown away by the construction of each chapter. The story is filled with so much suspense, the writing is gorgeously detailed, and the characters have the most amazing chemistry. I really thought Sorcery of Thorns would be a 3-star review for me, but it ended up being a full 5. They don’t do much to hook you into the story, but just keep going. Please, push through the first three chapters. Finally, my mom suggested that we read it together to help me get through it, and wow was I wrong. I tried to read it four times but just could never get past the first few chapters. I’ll be honest, I had a really hard time getting into Sorcery of Thorns It was a recommendation (more like a forced upon me read) from my friend Ari at Bookish Valhalla. For Elisabeth has a power she has never guessed, and a future she could never have imagined. Not only could the Great Libraries go up in flames, but the world along with them.Īs her alliance with Nathaniel grows stronger, Elisabeth starts to question everything she’s been taught-about sorcerers, about the libraries she loves, even about herself. With no one to turn to but her sworn enemy, the sorcerer Nathaniel Thorn, and his mysterious demonic servant, she finds herself entangled in a centuries-old conspiracy. Then an act of sabotage releases the library’s most dangerous grimoire, and Elisabeth is implicated in the crime. If provoked, they transform into grotesque monsters of ink and leather. Raised as a foundling in one of Austermeer’s Great Libraries, Elisabeth has grown up among the tools of sorcery-magical grimoires that whisper on shelves and rattle beneath iron chains. Elisabeth has known that as long as she has known anything.
Grimoires that refused to open, their voices gone silent, or whose ink faded and bled across the pages like tears.” “Books, too, had hearts, though they were not the same as people’s, and a book’s heart could be broken: she had seen it happen before.
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