I wish I could tell you the story, because it’s awesome. I wish I could tell you about the richness of archaeology, the seriousness of cultural issues, the gorgeousness of the locations and people, and the lightness and brightness of a paranormal tale done really, really well…but I can’t, because I don’t trust myself not to bust the plotlines wide open.
So instead, I’m going to tell you how reading my special ARC copy of Order of Seven made me FEEL.
The night I began reading Order of Seven, I was little-prepared for how much I was going to enjoy it. If I’m absolutely honest, most of my excitement came from the fact that the author is a friend of mine, and that I was FINALLY getting to read the story she’s been working on since I’ve known her. So there was that. But YA fiction (especially paranormal) is not my usual fare, by any stretch, and I had zero expectations for it, other than I knew that the writing would be good, because I’ve experienced Beth’s writing before, and I KNOW she’s a skilled wordsmith.
I began reading, open-minded and hoping I would enjoy it. The first couple of chapters set the scene nicely, but it was the third which hit me like a sucker punch, sumptuous imagery pulling me into the story and getting me hooked. I was a goner, and at 3am, I stopped, reluctantly, wishing I could read all night.
It was delicious – I’m not sure which way around it happened, but as I consumed it, the story consumed me, engulfing me in a warm, robust plot, spiced with excitement, sugared with truly delectable characters (and believe me, they’re so well written you can SEE them…and anyone on the lookout for a book-boyfriend need look no further) and rippled through with a piquancy lent by fear. I had gorged myself, but like every word-addict, I was hungry for more.
It took me a while to come back to, because life began to get in the way. The book was constantly hanging in the back of my mind, taunting me, beckoning with tantalising scents of the possibilities; inviting me to abandon the things I needed to do, in order to do the thing I wanted to do – read gluttonously for several hours, until it was all gone.
After too many days, I found my window of time. I closed the door on life, locking myself away with the laptop, my mind salivating, and lifted the lid to find Order of Seven still there, just as tantalising and scrumptious as before. I couldn’t bear to wait, and began spooning in chapter after chapter after chapter, my mind bulging with twists and turns; whimpers, chuckles, moans and sharp intakes of breath falling unbidden from my insatiable word-smudged lips as I BINGED on that story.
Oh. My. Gosh. It was SOOOO-OOOO-OOOOOOO good.
The characters got up from the page and walked into my psyche, playing out the tale for me as though I was watching it unfold from within. I connected very quickly with Devi, the focal point of the tale, and soon felt everything through her – the swooping giddiness of being around her love-interest, Baron; the eye-rolling frustration at dealing with a brother who thinks he knows best; the urgency and sweet release of responding to a higher calling when it begins to insist on being acknowledged; the gnawing undercurrent of knowledge that at some point, someone was going to upset the applecart and prove dangerous; and the teetering uncertainty as to whether or not everything would be alright in the end.
I grinned with delight. I bit my lip. I clenched. I whooped and hollered (internally – it was nighttime and I didn’t want to disturb the neighbours with a noisy book-reading session). I growled. I tingled. I swooned. I howled in outrage (again, quietly, on the inside, but PROPERLY BECAUSE OHMIGOSH PLOT REASONS!). I cheered. I revelled. I luxuriated.
Even once it was late-late and I began to slow down, I couldn’t give up. I was compelled to finish the entire, gorgeous bookful of story. Each chapter brought a new flavour to the palate – never giving me time to grow tired of one aspect before popping in a new sensation, or revisiting a delicacy which had been enjoyed before – and I savoured every single sentence as the ending began to show through.
Then just when I thought that Order of Seven and I were done, and I was already lamenting having finished it so quickly, and beginning to wonder how on earth I could find a book which would fill my mind the same way, I turned over the page and read an entrée which sent my heart soaring and made my mind seize with frustration:
Soon to be available in another flavour: the scene is set for a sequel…
PRE-ORDER Order of Seven HERE – it will be released on April 7th, 2015
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