Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare – Book Review

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“Will rose slowly to his feet. “If there is a life after this one,” he said, “let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.”

Danger and betrayal, secrets and enchantment, and the tangled threads of love and loss intertwine as the Shadowhunters are pushed to the very brink of destruction in the breathtaking conclusion to the Infernal Devices trilogy. – Goodreads

Genre: Urban fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Young Adult.

Review: I rated this book 3/5 stars, the major reason being the beautiful, heart wrenching and haunting portrayal of Will and Jem’s parabatai bond. Other than that, the plot wasn’t mind-blowing in any sense; rather it was melodramatic throughout the 3 books in the series. The storyline was predictable and many chapters seemed to add nothing to the story. The story arc wasn’t executed well; the ending felt compromising and the antagonist was shallow, with vague reasons for his evil plans. Considering the hype surrounding it, it didn’t live up to the expectations.

While the book isn’t slow-paced, some scenes are stretched out without reason which hinders the flow of the story. Clare followed through with several annoying tropes that made this book reminiscent of SJ Maas books.

This book and this series are often portrayed as better than the Mortal Instruments. This can be seen in the fact that the protagonist isn’t as annoying and that the parabatai are closer and more true to the definition. But the plot of The Mortal Instruments series is more varied and adventurous than TID even if it suffers from (more) aggravating tropes.

On the brighter side, Tessa and Will’s shared love of books and poetry was shown well; with the reader being introduced to some beautiful verses from Chaucer, Milton, Shakespeare and Tennyson. Will’s memories of Jem’s love, kindness and patience for him saved the book for me, personally, because the emotions were dealt with beautifully, with raw and mesmerizing depiction of brotherhood and a family beyond blood. The epilogue is beautifully written and tugs at the heart-strings, so do some paragraphs listed below. Will’s and Jem’s character was crafted with fascinating charm and makes the reader care for them with intensity.

I’d recommend this book to anyone who likes reading about Families, Paranormal romance, Poetry, Victorian Literature and Love Triangles.

Themes:

  1. Victorian Society and women’s position in it
  2. Family
  3. Self-discovery
  4. Friendship
  5. Love
  6. Magic & Fantasy

“And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done beating.”

“She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”

“Bright star,” Magnus said, and his eyes were thoughtful, as if he were remembering something, or someone. “Those of you who are mortal, you burn so fiercely. And you fiercer than most, Will. I will not ever forget you.”

“You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.”

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~ Saadia

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DMbokAoXkAIhQqw.jpgThere’s this girl, alive, mad and a masochist, all rolled into one. Her eyes are amber, brooding, and her scars, they run a bit too deep.

I’ve looked just enough to burn and frey at the seams
There’s another girl, pale skin, gold and cedar haired , with topaz eyes that remind me of summer sunrises. She is the living example of how an ideal person should balance life. But the other day I saw parallel cuts across her arm and wondered if anyone had it easy at all.
There’s this other girl, so different for everyone else, she is like the night sky when it is dipped in clouds, veins and tendrils of grey and ivory threating to overcome the sky; she is the moon that preserves beauty when at midnight the world looks like an unending slate of obsidian but she is also the thunder that cleaves the world apart. I wonder when she’ll learn of her own power.

– Saadia

The Broken Prince

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Inspired by The Mortal Instuments

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I Was In Your Wake

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” I was the sky

and you were the sea,

wandering to find you,

consumed the best parts of me,

I was the sun

and you were the moon,

I hid myself each night,

just to let you burn,

I was the moth,

and you were the light,

I sacrificed myself,

Just to feast my eyes with your sight.

I was the fire ,

And you were the rain,

I gave away myself,

So that you’d never wane.

I was the earth,

and you were the breeze,

In the end, your existence,

forced my devastation to cease.

~ Saadia

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Grant Her that Garden

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She was alone, sitting under the tree, petting her dog who wanted to run boundless and accelerated but the girl held him close. Why? Simply because he was her sole companion. She was tired of listening to the names the other children called her, she was tired of fighting back, she was tired of trying to fit in. The other kids played hopscotch but she was left alone and deserted, like always. As it turned dark, she walked back home, another walk down street without any friend. 

At home, she read till late at night and then cried herself to sleep like she did every night. The angels above were troubled, they realized that life was harder for her than death. So, the angels at dawn took the girl to heaven with them, they broke her from every bit of pain inflicted by her fellow humans…………….She was set free…………

When her dog saw her in the morning, motionless and finally relaxed, he whined once and lay dead on her feet. And from then on, the girl and her dog played in the garden of bliss for ever more. The people who had given her an unmatched amount of pain, were now, themselves in agony but Alas! there is no coming back from the destination we all share.

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That girl is in every one’s life , open your heart to her, to another troubled soul, maybe you can be the angel who’ll grant her that garden of bliss in this world, just by extending your hand. 

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~ Saadia