But Gansey is different. He has it all—family money, good looks, devoted friends—but he’s looking for much more. He is on a quest that has encompassed three other Raven Boys: Adam, the scholarship student who resents all the privilege around him; Ronan, the fierce soul who ranges from anger to despair; and Noah, the taciturn watcher of the four, who notices many things but says very little.
For as long as she can remember, Blue has been told by her psychic family that she will kill her true love. She never thought this would be a problem. But now, as her life becomes caught up in the strange and sinister world of the Raven Boys, she’s not so sure anymore.
Being a book about a girl that comes from a family of psychic’s, well you can bet there is a plethora of insanely kooky quirky ladies, which is the best kind of plethora (unless there is a plethora of hot boys, which there is. I KNOW WHY ARE YOU EVEN READING THIS REVIEW AND NOT THE BOOK). And if you think you won’t invest all of your hopes into this one eccentric girl by the name of Blue, well, you would be right, because the name of the game is The Raven Boys.
The Raven Boys – a list
Gansey – his bank is full of old money but his heart is full of wonder and hope. His head is all full up with welsh myths and sleeping kings. He thinks and searches for the meaning of things that might not have a meaning at all. His words are sharper and cut deeper than a knife ever could.
Ronan – deceptively intuitive and cunning to the point of evil. He’s a puzzle missing a vital piece, except it’s there if you look hard enough or have enough courage to believe.
Adam – charmingly crumpled in the intense way only a boy desperately wanting acceptance can be. Heartbreakingly broken yet seeming complete.
Noah – shadowlike; you know he’s there but you don’t always see him. Quiet and unassuming but a key player in the riddle.
This book well and truly hits the ground running in the most delicious of ways; it burns bright and fast to catch your attention but it’s the long slow burn that keeps you captivated. The intrigue mixed with Stiefvater’s trademark luscious writing is a recipe for total utter win. And her writing really shines in this one; from her quiet observations to her amazingly atmospheric prose, never a page or a line went by without me bowing down to her undeniable skill as a storyteller.
And there we have it. The story is overflowing with magic and myths and wonder, and even though by the last page you’re still unsure where the path will take you, you feel safe in the knowledge that Stiefavter will be there to show you the way.
Me trying to coherently talk about anything that Stiefvater writes is kind of like trying to clutch handfuls of water. It’s MESSY. Because all the words fight each other to get out of my head and into my fingers. And in the war of the words, the three that fight the hardest are READ THIS BOOK. And I really hope that you do.