Strange the Dreamer
Genre: Fantasy, Young Adult
The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around – and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance to lose his dream forever.
What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?
The answers await in Weep, but so do more mysteries – including the blue-skinned goddess who appears in Lazlo’s dreams. How did he dream her before he knew she existed? And if all the gods are dead, why does she seem so real?
In this sweeping and breathtaking new novel by National Book Award finalist Laini Taylor, author of the New York Times bestselling Daughter of Smoke & Bone trilogy, the shadow of the past is as real as the ghosts who haunt the citadel of murdered gods. Fall into a mythical world of dread and wonder, moths and nightmares, love and carnage
Laini Taylor’s Daughter of Smoke and Bone series is one of my absolute favourites. Every now and then I will have the urge to pick them up and reread them (I don’t because I fear the monstrosity of my pile of unread books). So, you can imagine my excitement when Strange the Dreamer was announced.
Laini Taylor is known for her writing style which mimics a legend or a fairy tale, her way of writing is as if she’s composing a song for a dance. Her descriptions are always flowing with poetic sentences and to some it may seem too much but in Strange the Dreamer where everything is so whimsical and mystical, it fits in just right. The abundant use of metaphors and similes that relates to the fantasy world she creates are simply perfect and really places the reader in her fantasy world.
But what purpose did hate serve? She thought it was like the desert threave, a sand beast that could survive years of eating nothing but its own molten skin. Hate could do that, too – live off nothing but itself – but not forever. Like a threave, it was only sustaining itself until some richer meal came along. It was waiting for prey.
Forgive me for this terrible line, her writing is exactly like a good dream you wish to live in.
One of my favourite thing in this book is the characters she creates, the way she weaves their personalities together to create friendships, enemies, lovers. It is something so important to a heavy book like Strange the Dreamer. It never felt like a tedious read with suffocating flowery words or long, boring journeys because of the entertaining character interactions.
Dear girl, your credulity is as vast as this desert. One might get lost in it and never again encounter fact or reason.
I don’t think anyone can read this book without falling in love with Lazlo Strange or at least one of the characters. I even fell in love with the relationship between the characters.
“what if it works, but my terrors come, too?”
Lazlo shrugged, “We’ll chase them away, or else turn them into fireflies and catch them in jars.”
“I think you’re a fairy tale, I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite.”
The world she crafted is incredible – warriors, a lost city, dreams, moth, gods, and goddesses with blue skin. Everything is so unique and well described that I feel like it’s right in front of me. The image of Weep and the characters are so vivid in my head.
I, like Lazlo, want to discover the mysteries of Weep! And I think that’s a fantastic achievement, when readers feel the same as the main character.
Still, this book is not void of any flaws, it has the one thing that a lot of readers would groan at – insta-love, but it was so beautiful that I found myself NOT feeling annoyed by that.
This book is about ambition and identity, hate and love and everything in between. It’s about the complexities of a human being, the sacrifices a hero makes, the grey area between good and evil. It’s also about perspectives, which I love because it shows the depth of human (and not so human) characters.
He realized that all this time he’d been looking to the godlsayer as a hero, not a man.
The last few chapters of the book were intense, I was reading so fast that I had to read some sentences twice because my mind couldn’t keep up with the speed. I was never bored, even when nothing much was happening.
All I can say is
Welcome to the Weep