No Ordinary Star (Part 1) – M.C. Frank : Book Review // This will be short because I NEED TO READ THE NEXT PART NOW

Summary :

A soldier is summoned to the North Pole, days before the year changes, told to fix the great Clock for a celebration. He has no idea what to do. 

A girl, hunted for the crime of being born, almost dies out on the ice. She is rescued by the last polar bear left alive. 

A library waits for them both, a library built over a span of a hundred years, forgotten in the basement of an ice shack. 

The world hasn’t known hunger or sickness in hundreds of years. It has also forgotten love and beauty. 

The year is 2525. 


Inspired by the short stories of Ray Bradbury, this futuristic novel is set in a world where Christmas -among other things- is obsolete and a Clock is what keeps the fragile balance of peace. 


Written in three installments, this is the breathtaking and sensual story of how two unlikely people change the world, and each other, one book at a time. 


Immerse yourself into the icy cold world of this scorching hot new novel.


Review:

Rating : 5/5 

So I have been staring at my computer screen for the last five minutes, thinking about what to write.

Because I don’t think I am capable of writing a review for this book.

I am in awe.

This book isn’t like anything I have ever read before. I closed my Kindle app, and I am looking around and surprisingly THIS world seems surreal now. This tiny book that took me two really short sittings to finish captivated me so much that the STORY seems more real than reality.

Do I even make sense right now?

I COULD write about the storyline right now. But you already have Goodreads and Amazon for that. Or I could write a detailed literary essay, except I haven’t read anything by Bradbury, whose writings inspired this story, so I don’t think I am qualified enough to do that.

All I can say is HOLY HELL THIS BOOK NEEDS MORE HYPE. Because No Ordinary Star has EVERYTHING. It is deep, it is amazingly unique, it has suspense. The world building is perfect, there is no introduction to the world, you just have to keep reading the book to figure things out.The characters are so foreign and yet so natural.

I am fangirling too much right now to write anything more coherent. I hope I could express the effect No Ordinary Star had on me.

Go. Read. It. Whatever your usual genre is. It doesn’t matter.

~Sripurna ❤

The color of your eyes..

I’ve never been close enough to see the color of your eyes. Even after years of staring at you, admiring you from a distance, I don’t know the color of your eyes. All I know is that its somewhere in between black and brown, obviously, like most people of our race. But its always bugged me, not knowing. I know you have a mole on your right cheek (or was it left, I might have forgotten in a year). I know your hair is pitch black, and you seem to think that spikes look really cool on it. I know you have a scar on your left arm, a little above your wrist, where you’d broken it when you fell off a bicycle. But the color of your eyes? I guess it’ll always remain a mystery to me. Just like you.

My eyes are dark brown, so dark that they almost look black from a distance. My dad has light brown eyes and I wish I’d inherited those instead of this bland color that my mom shares as well. But I guess that’s just me. Bland. Not plain ugly maybe, but not noticeable, never noticeable, in a crowd either. I merge with the walls . I’m part of the furniture. I exist, but sometimes even I forget that I do. I merely observe with these dull brown eyes of mine. They want to say a lot, but end up chickening out and saying pretty useless stuff. Like me.

His eyes are also brown, but the best shade of it. Light brown, and when the sun reflects on them, they look almost like heaven. There have been moments when I’ve just stared into his eyes while he spoke in that carefree, lively way of his. His eyes are warm, inviting- as if inspite of his rude and spoilt-brat-ish behavior, he might actually be a soft person. They make me feel safe, but I’m not fooled. The most attractive things are usually the most dangerous. But I can’t help myself. Those eyes are too hypnotic. They try to entice me with their warmth and invitation and promise of…something like home. Just like him.