Date started: November 30, 2016
Date ended: December 8, 2016
“He was a book, and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn’t want it to be over.”
I feel this quote sums up everything I feel about The Raven King and The Raven Cycle.
I literally can’t handle the feels right now, I’m crying at work. Thank God I can hide in my cubical. I can’t believe it’s all over … It happened too fast. This book destroyed me. I am complete and yet, utterly undone. I feel as if a part of me has been ripped from my being. I have decided that I am naming my sons, Gansey and Ronan.
I held such a high expectation when I started this book and I was worried that it wouldn’t measure up, but it surpassed my expectations ten-fold. I don’t think there will be a series quite like this. The mystery, the friendship, the magic, the characters, and the love. I think the last time I was this emotionally drained after a series was Harry Potter. I think the best way I can communicate my feelings is through the author’s own words:
“At the end of the Raven Cycle, I want readers … to want. I don’t want them to be able to say what it is they want, though — I want it to be a bigger thing than words. I hope they get to the end and don’t know what to do for the rest of the day. I hope they feel unsettled and needing of something more. I want messages that say, ‘Stiefvater, please, I just want…’ and then silence. They don’t know what they want. They just want.”
But words can’t describe what I feel or what I want. I’m sad it’s over but at the same time, I’m content with how the series ended. The only thing I wish is I wish everyone had been together. I promise that’s not a spoiler but deep down inside, I’m sad that didn’t happen.
The characters developed into so much more than how they started. Their friendships, the new and the old, are unbreakable. Though they were on a quest to find Glendower, in the end, they gained so much more.
I want to curl into my bed and cry. I want to get in my car and drive to Henrietta, it can’t be too far away from where I am. I want to see all of my friends, alive and happy. But, the series is over. The book has been closed. Tears are shed. I think the only thing I can do to remedy this is to start the series over again … and again … and again.
The most ironic thing I think I learned about myself through the process of reading this book is after the first book and the second, I was still not convinced I liked this story. Sure, I loved the characters, but I felt as if the plot itself was lacking. Yet, here I am, a puddle on the floor of my office building after two more books, and I feel as if the world will never be the same.