I spent a good portion of today reading Laini Taylor’s Daughter of Smoke and Bone. I picked up an ARC (Advanced Reading Copy) a few days ago from my local bookstore because they wanted me to write a review for the store before the book comes out on September, 27th. And let me tell you, it is good. Like really, really good. It’s meal-skipping and sleep-depriving good. I don’t want to put it down.
A few minutes ago I opened up Laini Taylor’s blog, something I do a few times a day*, and read a few comments on one of her posts I had previously commented on. While I was doing this, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw that Stephanie Perkins, one of my favorite YA writers, had tweeted:
And I panicked. Disappointment washed over me like I had the desk under the emergency shower in AP Bio and someone had pulled down the lever, drenching me in cold water. I love this book, and I do desperately hope that Daughter of Smoke and Bone does make Laini Taylor very popular, but I want this to be my special thing and mine only. I don’t want to have to share her with other people.
I’m just going to have to settle for pouting and feeling smug that I got here first. And, you know, running around with the book held high over my head, demanding that anyone who will listen to me should read this book.
*I’ve been following her blog for years now.
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