Recenzie şi citate: Maggie Stiefvater-Lupii din Mercy Falls #3 Forever

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“If I only have ten minutes, Sam, this is what I want to say. You're not the best of us. You're more than that. You're better than all of us. If I only have ten minutes, I would tell you to go out there and live. I'd say...please take your guitar and sing your songs to as many people as you can. Please fold a thousand more of those damn birds of yours. Please kiss that girl a million times.” 

Descriere:

then.

When Sam met Grace, he was a wolf and she was a girl. Eventually he found a way to become a boy, and their loved moved from curious distance to the intense closeness of shared lives.

now.

That should have been the end of their story. But Grace was not meant to stay human. Now she is the wolf. And the wolves of Mercy Falls are about to be killed in one final, spectacular hunt.

forever.

Sam would do anything for Grace. But can one boy and one love really change a hostile, predatory world? The past, the present, and the future are about to collide in one pure moment - a moment of death or life, farewell or forever.

“In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.” 

"I sleep naked," Cole said. He put both milk and sugar in my coffee. "As the day goes on, I put on more and more clothing. You should've come over an hour ago.” 

Recenzie:

Vremea extrem de rece devine un factor minor de îngrijorare pentru lupi. Când credeau că tatăl lui Isobel, un vânător înnăscut, s-a mai potolit el dovedeşte contrariul şi este tot  mai hotărât să omoare fiecare lup pentru a răzbuna moartea fiului său Jack şi pentru a se asigura că lupii nu mai pot face rău nimănui.

    
Grace şi Olive sunt în continuare date dispărute, iar când apare cadavrul unei fete toţi locuitorii sunt siguri că cele două au fost atacate de lupi. Tatăl lui Isobel profită la maximum de acestă oportunitate sângeroasă pentru a face oraşul să se întoarcă împotriva lupilor. Reuşeşte să obţină până şi o aprobare legală pentru a omorî  întreaga haită şi nu ezită atunci când vine timpul să o facă.

      
Cei patru eroi: Isobel,Cole;Grace şi Sam sunt acum în căutarea unui plan pentru a salva lupii, haita care a rămas în continuare în mâinile lui Sam. 

Cele doua idile  Isobel şi Cole precum şi Sam şi Grace suferă şi ele transformări, devin din ce în ce mai puternice pentru a reuşi să facă faţă  gloanţelor.

     
Planul care pare cel mai realizabil este acela de a muta întreaga haită într-un loc ferit, o altă pădure poate care să le poată deveni cămin lupilor.

Mesajele lui Cole:

“Voicemail #1: “Hi, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking of … your mother. Call me.”

Voicemail #2: The first minute and thirty seconds of “I’ve Gotta Get a Message to You” by the Bee Gees. 

Voicemail #3: “I’m bored. I need to be entertained. Sam is moping. I may kill him with his own guitar. It would give me something to do and also make him say something. Two birds with one stone! I find all these old expressions unnecessarily violent. Like, ring around the rosy. That’s about the plague, did you know? Of course you did. The plague is, like, your older cousin. Hey, does Sam talk to you? He says jack shit to me. God, I’m bored. Call me.”

Voicemail #4: “Hotel California” by the Eagles, in its entirety, with every instance of the word California replaced with Minnesota. 

Voicemail #5: “Hi, this is Cole St. Clair. Want to know two true things? One, you’re never picking up this phone. Two, I’m never going to stop leaving long messages. It’s like therapy. Gotta talk to someone. Hey, you know what I figured out today? Victor’s dead. I figured it out yesterday, too. Every day I figure it out again. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I feel like there’s no one I can —”

Voicemail #6: “So, yeah, I’m sorry. That last message went a little pear-shaped. You like that expression? Sam said it the other day. Hey, try this theory on for size: I think he’s a dead British housewife reincarnated into a Beatle’s body. You know, I used to know this band that put on fake British accents for their shows. Boy, did they suck, aside from being assholes. I can’t remember their name now. I’m either getting senile or I’ve done enough to my brain that stuff’s falling out. Not so fair of me to make this one-sided, is it? I’m always talking about myself in these things. So, how are you, Isabel Rosemary Culpeper? Smile lately? Hot Toddies. That was the name of the band. The Hot Toddies.”

Voicemail #20: “I wish you’d answer.” 

Lupii din Mercy Falls este una dintre acele serii pe care le îndrăgeşti imediat. Deşi este încadrată ca făcând parte din categoria Fantasy cuprinde mult mai mult de atât. Disperarea unor părinţi în faţa unui pericol care le poate afecta copii, disperarea unor copii de a nu trăi în umbra părinţilor, frica de proprii părinţi care vor să te ucidă, indiferanţa cu care ei te tratează o viaţă şi apoi ca din senin îţi impun reguli, toate astea te fac să reflectezi asupra propriei familii. Seria prezintă mai mult o serie de vieţi dramatice în care se pot regăsii cititorii.

Acţiunea de obicei este redusă, sentimentele fiind cele care animă opera şi te face să o adori. 

   

“Cole,” I said, “do you think I’m lovable?”

“As in ‘cuddly and’?”

“As in ‘able to be loved,’” I said.

Cole’s gaze was unwavering. Just for a moment, I had the strange idea that I could see exactly what he had looked like when he was younger, and exactly what he’d look like when he was older. It was piercing, a secret glimpse of his future. “Maybe,” he said. “But you won’t let anybody try.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed. “I can’t tell the diference between not fighting,” I said,“and giving up.”

Despite my eyelids being tightly shut, a single, hot tear ran out of my left eye. I was so angry that it had escaped. I was so angry.

Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn’t know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it waslike a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. Cole’s hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into the

skin next to my jaw. It wasn’t a touch that said “I need more”. It was a touch that said “I want this.”

It was all completely soundless. I didn’t think either of us was breathing.

Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered.

He said, “That’s how I would kiss you, if I loved you.”