You know, nobody likes demonization of their country's history. However, these are not my main issues with this book: the foreshadowing of the real Russian history in the early 20th century is. I realize-with a shock-that it’s a feeling of awe.

Something warm and strange spreads through me as I look at Pol, standing there with his hair wild around his horns and his foot still pressing an unconscious knight to the ground. He turns out so nice and cute and she catches her breath. And then our special snowflake starts having hots on him as well. There's this nice guy, who they were friends with from young age. Billions of people dream to be special and you say you don't? So young and already so cynical. Gasp! Multiple eyeroll follows her proclamation. And very predictably our special snowflake underlines her specialness by proclaiming she doesn't want to be special. Our special Stacia finds out she is the last living child of the deceased Emperor, and rebel forces want her to become their leader. “Maybe a handsome, rich Alexandrian tourist, with a troubled past and a broody air and a heart yearning for love.”īasically this is what this book turned out to be: a boring cliched retelling for bookish tourists, but in this case, I felt myself a duped with a promise of space Anastacia retelling tourist.įirst of all, let me start from the easy stuff like special snowflake syndrome and childhood friend turned lover.

“It’s probably just some rich Alexandrian tourist with nothing better to do than slum around the outer systems.”

Last of her name by jessica khoury