Title: The Dream Theives
Author: Maggie Stiefvater
Book #: 2nd of Series
Publisher: Scholastic Press
Publish Date: September 13th 2013
Format: Kindle Edition
Date Read : August 31st 2012
Rating: ★★★★★ / out of 5
I just have to say that the synopsis for this book is more what I was expecting to see with the first book, except that the first book (who's summary hints at romance) has no romance, while this book (who's summary does not hint at any romance) has romance. Do I think that makes sense? No. Do I really care? No. I still love this series, regardless.
Now that the ley lines around Cabeswater have been woken, nothing for Ronan, Gansey, Blue, and Adam will be the same. Ronan, for one, is falling more and more deeply into his dreams, and his dreams are intruding more and more into waking life. Meanwhile, some very sinister people are looking for some of the same pieces of the Cabeswater puzzle that Gansey is after...
(Synopsis taken from Goodreads)
Review: I received a free copy of this book for review.
Wow. Just wow.
This second installment in The Raven Cycle series is everything I wanted and more: More action. More character development. More secrets uncovered. More lines being drawn and unlikely alliances being made. More Gansey and Ronan and Adam and Noah and Blue and Mara and Calla and Persephone. And, also, some Mr. Gray.
And that last chapter, are you kidding me? No way. How am I supposed to wait a year for the sequel after that?
Here is just a little insight to these wonderful characters:
Blue brought a pitcher of iced tea to the table. "What's that?"If you want to know anything else about this book, just read my quotes!
"Jane!" Gansey said joyfully.
Adam said, "It's a wizard in a box."
"It will do your homework," Noah added.
"And it's been dating your girlfriend," Ronan finished.
Blue scowled. "Are you all drunk?"
Overall, read this series. That's all I can say.
Sometimes, some rare times, a secret stays undiscovered because it is something too big for the mind to hold. It is too strange, too vast, too terrifying to contemplate.
Theoretically, Blue Sargent was probably going to kill one of these boys.
"Jane!" The shout came from across the hill. It was directed toward Blue, although Jane was not her real name. "Hurry up!"
Cues the song "That's Not My Name" by The Ting Tings
Anyway, if fate thought it could tell her who to fall for, fate had another thing coming.
Adam Parrish, gaunt and fair; Noah Czerny, smudgy and slouching; and Ronan Lynch, ferocious and dark.
"They also told me the future," added Gansey, turning to Blue.
"Don't look at me," she said shortly. Her lack of psychic talents was legendary.
"Or helped him tell the future," Gansey went on, which did not particularly make sense, but indicated that he was trying to unirritate her. Blue's short temper and her ability to make other people's psychic talents strong were also legendary.
The Camaro's air-conditioning had only two settings: on and broken.
Gansey's phone chirruped. He read the message before letting it drop next to the gearshift with a strangled cry. Abruptly melancholy, he lolled his head in dismay against the seat. Adam gestured for Ronan to pick up the phone, but Ronan despised phones above almost every other object in the world.
"- Noah doesn't count," Ronan replied.
Noah said, "Hey."
"You're dead. You don't weigh anything!"
Ronan slumped in his seat, all the fight sucked out of him. "You never want to have an fun, old man."
"That's not fun," Gansey said, putting on his turn signal. "That's trouble."
Back then, it had surprised Ronan; he hadn't realized yet that Gansey could persuade even the sun to pause and give him the time.
"Ronan, there's no reason for that," Gansey said sternly, as if Ronan had hurled a toy on the floor.
"No shit, Sherlock. But there it is."
It didn't help that Nino's clientele was mostly Aglionby boys, who often thought rudeness was a louder sort of flirting.
"Bye. Will you be home for dinner? I'm making midlife crisis."
"Oh," Blue said, "I guess I'll have a slice. If you're making it already."
"We don't know," Gansey said, around his straw. "Why is the tea so good here?"
"I spit in it. Let me see this thing."
Blue, feeling oddly warm around the cheeks, told Gansey, "I don't need you to stand up for me. Don't you"- this was directed at Ronan- "think I'll let you talk to me like that. Especially not because you're mad I'm right."
"How sweet, man." Ronan lifted one higher, like spaghetti. "It goes with everything."
He slapped a palm on Ronan's shaved head and rubbed it. Ronan looked ready to bite him.
Only the mountains looked out of place, blue ghosts on every horizon.
Blue Sargent was pretty in a way that was physically painful to him. He was attracted to her like a heart attack.
What do you want, Adam?
To feel awake when my eyes are open.
"You be careful, Adam Parrish. 'Cause one day you might get what you asked for. There might be girls in Henrietta who'll let you talk to them like that, but I'm not one of them."
"Adam thinks he saw an apparition at his place."
Ronan eyed Noah. "I'm seeing an apparition right now."
Noah made a rude gesture, a hilariously unthreatening act coming from him, like a growl from a kitten.
Blue was a fanciful but sensible thing, like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.
Maura watched Gansey carefully. Blue suspected this was not because of anything Gansey was saying, but because she was waiting for him to take a drink of whatever horrid potion she had sleeping in that cup in front of him.
"I'm nearly drunk enough to be transcendent," Calla said after a space. She was not the only psychic drinking, but she was the closest one to transcendence.
Gansey, dangling his arm outside, patted the side of the car as if it were a horse. "That'll do, Pig. That'll do."
Ronan told Gansey what he thought of this plan, very precisely, with a lot of compound words that even Adam hadn't heard before.
But in everything Gansey didn't say, in every feeling he didn't paint on his face, he was shouting:
"Jane, how do you feel about doing something slightly illegal and definitely distasteful.?" Gansey asked.
She left the door hanging open as she retreated into the house, calling, "Mom! I'm going with the boys to... do... something!"
"WHAT SORT OF SOMETHING?" This was Maura, from inside the house.
"SOMETHING DISTASTEFUL!" Blue roared back. "What are we doing, by the way?"
"Well," Gansey said slowly, as thunder rumbled once more, "the illegal part is that we're going to Ronan's family's property, which he is not allowed to do."
Ronan flashed his teeth at her. "And the distasteful part is that we're burying a body."
"It looks like another country," Blue said.
It was another country. It was a country for the young, a country where you died before you got old.
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