Teenaged me would have been completely enraptured by the writing, as well. She painted, lush, lovely, haunting pictures with her words. The author writes lyrically, and some of her phrases felt like music themselves. It grows from inside you, and I have a wish to set that music free.” It defies all the rules and laws you humans set upon it. The descriptions of music, of crafting music and letting it flow through you, were stunning. Music is very much the soul of this story and, as someone for whom music comprises much of my own soul, this resonated deeply with me. Music was incredibly foundational not only to the main characters, but to the plot itself. It still spoke to me at thirty-one, but my teenaged self would have fallen head-over-heels for the story, the setting, the characters, the romance and, most importantly, the music. Sixteen-year-old me would have adored this. Wintersong is lush, melancholy, and brimming with decaying decadence. A retelling of the movie Labyrinth, it’s a captivating take on the Goblin King and his Underground, with music at its core. I’m so glad I did, because Wintersong is a beautiful story. It’s young adult, which I’ve struggled with in the past, but I decided to give it a go anyway. I’ve been in the mood for anything wintry, and this book seemed like just the thing.
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