Guess what! I joined my very first blog tour hosted by Chapter by Chapter! I’m so glad I got the chance to promote the last book in one of my favourite series. This tour will take place from 8th May to 2nd June, with different stops each day, so if you’re interested in checking out the other stops, just go ahead and click on the banner below. Read on for my review as well as an excerpt and a giveaway!
Title: Remember Me Forever (Lovely Vicious #3)
Author: Sara Wolf
Genre: Young Adult
Publisher: Entangled Teen (2 May 2017)
Blurb: Isis Blake hasn’t fallen in love in three years, forty-three weeks, and two days. Or so she thinks.
The boy she maybe-sort-of-definitely loved and sort-of-maybe-definitely hated has dropped off the face of the planet in the face of tragedy, leaving a Jack Hunter–shaped hole. Determined to be happy, Isis fills it in with lies and puts on a brave smile for her new life at Ohio State University.
But the smile lasts only until he shows up. The menace from her past—her darkest secret, Nameless—is attending OSU right alongside her. And he’s whispering that he has something Isis wants—something she needs to see to move forward. To move on.
Isis has always been able to pretend everything is okay. But not anymore.
Isis Blake might be good at putting herself back together.
But Jack Hunter is better.
Goodreads Rating: 4.2/5 stars
Mom drives slowly and carefully. I sip ginger ale and watch the highway flash by. Suddenly, a terrifying thought hits me upside the head with its sweaty palm.
What the hell did I do with my teenage years?
I didn’t volunteer or play sports. I didn’t become a radical warrior princess on my sixteenth birthday, complete with a talking cat and magically appearing clothes. Hogwarts didn’t even send me a letter, and I haven’t actually forgiven them for that. Wait until I go to London and find Platform Nine and-Three-Quarters and slip through to the other side and unleash my rage. I’ll make Voldemort look like a sock puppet. And I’ll make out with Draco. And I’ll train a bunch of house elves to fan me and bring me grapes—
I stop when I realize I’m writing mental Harry Potter fan fiction on my way to college. Focus! I need at least seven whole focuses if I’m going to make a fabulous impression. Or any impression at all. I’d rather make a bad impression than no impression.
As Mom pulls onto the exit, I sigh.
I didn’t even kiss a boy. For realsies, anyway. Not-drunk.
I did other things. I held hands and hugged. Nameless pretended real hard to be nice using hugs and hand-holding. Once or twice he even hinted he thought I was pretty. But it was an act, just to build me up before he tore me down. And it was all before the big it. Little it. It’s not even worthy of a prefix. It’s just “it.”
I have to leave that behind, too. There’s no room for that. Not if I want to move on with my life. I’ve done my best to bury it, ignore it until it goes away, and it’s sort of worked. I got far enough to sleep in a bed with Jack without freaking out. So I’m getting better, and that’s real good to know. It gives me a little bit of hope where there used to be none.
Jack helped me realize that I’m not unlovable. I’m not hopeless.
I’m not all ugly.
Or maybe I realized it on my own. Either way, fighting with him helped me realize lots of stuff. I grew up all kinds of ways. A sharp pain radiates in my chest, but I brush that dirt off my shoulder and watch Mom’s smile.
I absolutely loved this first two books in this series, and I’m glad to say that I feel the same toward the last book in this installment. I’m not gonna lie, I was kinda skeptical about the direction the series seemed to be moving towards at first, because the main theme of this series is the antagonistic relationship between the main characters, Jack and Isis. However, I wondered if I would enjoy the third book as much as I did the first two, thinking that the love-hate relationship between them would be a thing of the past since they had gotten together towards the end of Book 2. Well, guess what? It isn’t! And this last book is very much as enjoyable as the first two, for multiple reasons.
“Jack Hunter turns to face me.
It feels like years, but it’s only been months. A few months.
He looks so much older—lines around his eyes that didn’t used to be there. His face matured somehow, the sharp angles of pubescence rounded off in a handsome, hawkish way. His eyes are the same frigid, clear blue, brows drawn tight.
I pull my fist back and punch him.”
As usual, I love love loveeeeee Isis Blake! Trust me when I claim that her tongue-in-cheek humour and witty sarcasm made me literally laugh out loud on more than one occasion. And on most of the occasions, I happened to be out in public. I should probably get a T-shirt that says “I swear I’m not a lunatic!!! This book is just really good!” on it, hahaha. Isis just seems like a genuinely fun person to be around, with her perky personality and all that. Ugh, I just really want to bring her to life, is that too much to ask for???
All the other characters were also very well-written, especially Nameless. Oh, how I despise him. He managed to evoke a blinding anger within me, which a character like him was supposed to, so kudos to the author for writing such well-rounded characters.
I would ramble on and on about my favourite parts of this book, but I don’t want to spoil the book for those of you who have not read it yet. However, I can assure you that there will be tons of antagonistic moments in this book. *Gushes madly*
“She is fire and rage, all claws extended, her hair swirling around her in the gentle summer night wind and her cinnamon eyes ablaze with light from the hall. She shines in the velvet darkness, a little thinner than I remember, and a little sadder, but burning all the same. Always burning. I warm myself on her fury, embracing the searing hot-sweet feel of her wrath and all the vibrant life behind it.”
That aside, the plot centred around an undercover spy mission, which was incredibly intriguing to me. I was gripped from the beginning as the plot progressed at a pretty fast pace. Mystery, action, and romance – what’s not to love? And of course, Sara Wolf’s writing style is totally my cup of tea, which made this reading experience a million times better!
I was sent an ARC in exchange for a review. Special thanks to Entangled Teen and Sara Wolf. This is my honest review.
My Rating: 4.5/5 stars
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About The Author
Sara Wolf is a twenty-something author who adores baking, screaming at her cats, and screaming at herself while she types hilarious things. When she was a kid, she was too busy eating dirt to write her first terrible book. Twenty years later, she picked up a keyboard and started mashing her fists on it and created the monster known as the Lovely Vicious series. She lives in San Diego with two cats, a crippling-yet-refreshing sense of self-doubt, and not enough fruit tarts ever.