Thursday 5 May 2016

First Lines #1: The Bronze Horseman

Today, I am writing this to let you guys know that I am in love. In love in enough to walk down the aisle and get hitched (aka to give this book 5 stars and place it in my shelf of favorite books, the one I dust
more often than not. kidding.). I am not going to write a full review (hence why this entry is called 'First Lines') because I am still at page 131 of 720 according to my Aldiko, and so I imagine that a lot of things will still happen that will make me freak out.

(Settle down, pet, I will tell you allllllll about it when the time comes)

I read somewhere that this book was reccomended to people who had loved Outlander and of course I felt that was a comment directed at me so I picked up this book right way. You may have noticed that I am a bit of an history gig and I have always said that if I had chosen an History degree at uni, I would have liked to be a specialist on Soviet Russia. This Bronze Horsemen is  spent exactly during that time, in USSR and so I obviously feel very attracted to it. The story unravels during the II World War and focus on the Metanov family, composed by the grandparents, the parents and their 3 teenagers: Pasha and Tatiana, both 17, and Dasha, a few years older. Tatiana is the main character alongside Alexander, a 'Russian' soldier (who is actually an American).

I'm not going to resume the story because that's why the Goodreads book description exists. No, I came here to proper fangirl about this book. In the beggining of this book, Tatiana seemed so silly to me. You know those times where you are actually menthally screaming "Tatiana, no!!!" and Tatiana goes and says "Tatiana, yes!!!".... at least she hasn't gotten into any troubles (so far). From missing her bus stop to getting lost to wasting the money her father gave her to buy provisions on ice-cream to who knows what else, my maternal instinct (if I have that) was anxious to hold Tatiana's hand and tell her "no, child, this is the way... come on, my petal".

I think Tati is a dreamer and she is very innocent and in love with an Alex that is supposedly dating her sister, Dasha, who is...very rude!!!! Have I been the only one to have noticed that? Sometimes I feel very physical and want to slap her family silly (especially her mum, urgh! You go wash the dishes, Irina!) but Dasha seems like she is always trying to embarrass her sister. What a dolt! And Tatiana is always aiming to please her family and her sister....yeah, fine enough, family love and all that but enough with the humiliations! Stand up for yourself, Tati, or at least steal the blankets during the night so Dasha stops being so grrrr.

I find everyone so charming and beautiful and even if I want to slap Tati's mum and pull my hair out due to frustration, I love this story and this book SO much already. I love it so so so much that I am even gonna leave you photos of who I imagine to be the characters (which i never do because I usually don't imagine them). Supposedly, this is a love triangle Tatiana-Alex-Dasha but for me it's a love-square so here's a bonus of Dimitri:

Tatiana (NoƩmie Schmidt) // Alexander (Alexander Ludwig) // Dasha (Anna Popplewell) // Dimitri (Borna Coric)
(let's just imagine a blonder, almost white haired Tatiana and a brunnete Alex, shall we? I have no idea if Dimitri is blonde or not but Borna Coric just has the PERFECT face for a bad boy who isn't bad at all).

Also, let's just stop a minute (or twenty) to drool over this book's cover! It's soooooo pretty, honestly. Which is very surprising considering good books always have the most awful covers of all times. Yikes. I'm so happy that this is a trilogy and that the 3 books are HUGE. I feel ready to give away my whole year and become a slave of these books.

p.s.: yeah I know that Tati isn't actually Tati and they call her Tania/Tatia/Taneschka but I have formed a bond with this little one so leave me be.

p.s.s.: come and be fangirls in the comments bellow! I may take a week to reply. I gotta read all this first ;)

p.s.s.s.: I am going to cry, ain't I?

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