The Scorpio Races

I haven't gotten around to mangos yet, so I figured that I'd start off the new year with a book review. Maybe later tonight I'll do the reflecting part of 2011, but right now, I just want to say some stuff about this book.

It's The Scorpio Races, by Maggie Stiefvater.


I have to admit that I totally judge books by their covers. If a book has an awful cover and I've never even heard about it, then I won't even look twice at it.

The Scorpio Race's cover really turned off the 'I WANT TO TOUCH IT' button for me. I know that several hours were spent on this cover, but it still... err. Shiver (oh gosh, I didn't mean to do that).

But I'd heard really good things about this book--and, it's Maggie Stiefvater. She wrote the Shiver series (and now do you see where I messed up in the last paragraph?).

So I read it, and I was instantly hooked. I flew through the pages like lightning. Or, as fast as the Capaill Aisce, the water horses in the book.

I seem to be saying this a lot about books lately, but this book has a really crummy ending. It was sad, and it nearly broke my heart. I cried.

I also screamed at the book during the middle.

"NO! NO! Maggie, why? Why? WHY?"

I seriously hated the author when I was screaming at her book. She made things so... hard. She mixed up my feelings for the book. What I felt about the characters, who I was supporting more than the other. 

What I've got to say, now that the book is over?

The cover suits it.

Even though it still stinks.

Keep writing, Maggie Stiefvater.