Sixteen-year-old Deirdre Monaghan is a painfully shy but prodigiously gifted musician. She's about to find out she's also a cloverhandone who can see faeries. Deirdre finds herself infatuated with a mysterious boy who enters her ordinary suburban life, seemingly out of thin air. Trouble is, the enigmatic and gorgeous Luke turns out to be a gallowglassa soulless faerie assassin. An equally hunkyand equally dangerousdark faerie soldier named Aodhan is also stalking Deirdre. Sworn enemies, Luke and Aodhan each have a deadly assignment from the Faerie Queen. Namely, kill Deirdre before her music captures the attention of the Fae and threatens the Queen's sovereignty. Caught in the crossfire with Deirdre is James, her wisecracking but loyal best friend. Deirdre had been wishing her life weren't so dull, but getting trapped in the middle of a centuries-old faerie war isn't exactly what she had in mind . . . Lament is a dark faerie fantasy that features authentic Celtic faerie lore, plus cover art and interior illustrations by acclaimed faerie artist Julia Jeffrey. FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING NOVEL SHIVER
About the Author
After a tumultuous past as a history major, calligraphy instructor, wedding musician, technical editor, and equestrian artist, Maggie Stiefvater is now a full-time writer and New York Timesbestselling author ofthe Shiver trilogy,The Scorpio Races, and The Raven Boys. Her debut series, the Books of Faerie, is published by Flux. Maggie lives in the middle of nowhere, Virginia, with her charmingly straight-laced husband, two kids, four neurotic dogs, and a 1973 Camaro named Loki.
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LamentThe Faerie Queen's Deception
By Maggie Stiefvater
FluxCopyright © 2008 Maggie Stiefvater
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Chapter OneYou'll be fine once you throw up," Mom said from the front seat. "You always are."
Standing behind our dusty station wagon, I blinked out of my daze and tugged my harp case out of the back, feeling nauseated. It struck me that Mom's statement was just about the only reason I needed to avoid a career in public music performance. "Keep that pep talk coming, Mom."
"Don't be sarcastic." Mom tossed me a cardigan that matched my pants. "Take this. It makes you look more professional."
I could've said no, but it was easier just to take the sweater. As Mom had already pointed out, the sooner I got into the auditorium and threw up, the easier it would be. And once I got this over with, I could return to my ordinary life until the next time she decided to take me out of my cage. I did refuse Mom's offers to help me carry my harp, though plenty of the other students heading inside had parental retinues. Somehow it was easier to be utterly insignificant without anyone you knew watching.
"We'll park the car, then. And find a seat. Call if you need us?" Mom patted her dove-blue purse, which matched her plunging dove-blue top. "And Delia should be here soon, too."
The thought of my diva-aunt pushed me slightly closer to the vomit end of the sick scale. Oh Deirdre, she would say loudly, can I help you run through those scales? You really are a bit flat on the upper range. And then I would throw up on her. Hey, maybe that wasn't a terrible plan after all. Though, knowing Delia, she'd probably correct my form. Deirdre, dear, really, you need a better puke arc if you're going to ever blow chunks professionally.
"Great," I said. My parents waved and left me to find the competitors' area. I shielded my eyes and scanned the broad concrete side of the high school. Shining brightly in the early afternoon glare was a huge canvas sign that said Competitors' Entrance. I'd sincerely hoped I wouldn't have to return to the school until my junior year started. Yeah. Farewell, mine dreams.
Man, it was hot. I glared up at the sun, eyes narrowed, and my eyes were drawn to the moon hanging in the sky next to the sun. For some reason, this appearance of the ghost of the moon gave me an odd prickle in my stomach-nerves of a different kind. It had a sort of magic, magic that made me want to stay and stare at it until I could remember why it enchanted me. But staying outside in the heat wasn't helping my nervous stomach, so I left the pale disc behind and I hauled my harp over to the "Competitors' Entrance."
As I pushed through the heavy doors, it occurred to me that, before my mother mentioned it, I hadn't wanted to puke at all. I hadn't even been thinking about the competition. True, I'd had my familiar glassy-eyed, all-attention-devoted-to-not-hurling look on my face on the drive over, but not for the reason my mother assumed. I had still been lost in last night's dream. But now that she'd brought it up, and with the competition in sight, all was right again with the world and my stomach was a disaster.
A woman with two chins and a clipboard asked for my name.
She squinted at me-or maybe that was her normal expression. "Someone was looking for you earlier."
I hoped she meant James, my best (only) friend. Anyone else, I wasn't interested in them finding me. I wanted to ask what they looked like, but I was afraid that if I talked much, I'd lose my tenuous control over my gag reflex. Mere proximity to the competition area was definitely antagonizing the whole bile thing.
"Tall, light-haired woman."
Not James. But not Delia, either. Puzzling, but not really a priority, all things considered.
The woman scribbled something next to my name. "You'll need to pick up a packet at the end of the hall."
I held a hand over my mouth and asked carefully, "Where can I practice?"
"If you go down the hall past where you get the packet, the big double doors on the-"
I couldn't wait much longer. "Right. The classrooms down there?"
She wagged her chins. I took that as a "yes" and walked farther inside. My eyes took a minute to adjust to the light, but my nose operated immediately. The familiar smell of my high school, even without any students nearby, pricked my nerves. God, I was so dysfunctional.
My harp case rang. The phone. I fished it out and stared. A four-leaf clover was stuck to the back of it, damp and fresh. Not one of the ones where the fourth leaf is stunted, either, and you can obviously see it's just a mutation of a three-leaf clover. Each of these leaves was perfectly formed and spread.
Then I remembered that the phone was ringing. I looked at the number, hoping it wasn't Mom, and flipped it open. "Hi," I said tightly, peeling the four-leaf clover off the phone and putting it in my pocket. Couldn't hurt.
"Oh," James said sympathetically, picking up on my tone. Though his voice was thin and crackly over the line, it still had its usual calming effect. The bile in my throat momentarily retreated. "I should've called earlier, huh? You're puke-a-rella already."
"Yeah." I headed slowly toward the double doors at the end of the hall. "Distract me, please."
"Well, I'm running late," he said cheerfully. "So I'm probably going to have to tune my pipes in the car and then run in shirtless and half-dressed. I've been lifting weights. Maybe they'll score high for a defined six pack, if they aren't awed by my mere musical genius."
"If you manage just your skirt, at least the judges'll give you Braveheart points."
"Don't mock the kilt, woman. So, did you have any entertaining dreams last night?"
"Uh ..." Even though James and I were just friends, I hesitated to tell him. My intensely detailed dreams were usually a source of great amusement for us-two nights ago, I'd dreamt I was being interviewed by a Harvard college counselor who was up to her neck in cheese (Gouda, I think). The mood of last night's dream still lingered with me, in a sort of appealing way. "I couldn't really sleep well enough to dream," I finally said.
Oh. The moon. It suddenly occurred to me that my dream was where I had seen a moon in a daytime sky-that was where the sense of déjà vu came from. I was disappointed that it was something so normal.
"Well, that's typical," James was saying.
"Delia's coming," I told him.
"Oh, so it'll be the whole sister-on-sister catfight thing today, huh?"
"No, it's the whole 'my kid's more talented than you are' thing."
"Neener neener," James added helpfully. "Oh, damn. I really am late now. I have to get my pipes into the car, but I'll see you soon. Try not to spaz out."
"Yeah, thanks," I said. The phone went silent, and I stuffed it back in my case as I arrived at the double doors. Behind them I could hear a vaguely muffled cacophony. I waited in line for my competition packet, pulling my harp behind me. Finally, I accepted my crisp manila envelope and turned to go. I was so eager to get out of there that my harp tipped precariously. Next thing I knew, the student behind me was stumbling under the weight of it.
"Uh-God." He carefully set the harp back upright and I realized I knew him: Andrew from the brass section of the school orchestra. Trumpet, maybe. Something loud. He grinned hugely at me-boobs first, then face. "You have to be careful. Those inanimate objects will get away from you."
"Yeah." If he got much funnier, I was going to throw up on him. I pulled my harp a few inches away from him. "Sorry."
"Hey, you can chuck your harp at me any time."
I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just said, "Yeah." Effortlessly, I became invisible and Andrew turned away. Funny how it was just like any other day in high school.
Except that it wasn't. Standing next to the double doors, listening to the roar of voices and instruments behind it, I couldn't forget why we were all here. Tons of students were warming up for their turn on stage. Warming up for their shot at winning a prize at the 26th Annual Eastern Virginia Arts Festival. For their chance to impress the college and conservatory representatives who would be watching from the audience.
My stomach turned again and this time I knew there was no going back. I fled for the girl's bathroom, the one in the basement below the gym, so that I could puke in private. Leaving my harp by the sinks, I barely made it in time, arms resting on the old gray-yellow toilet seat that reeked of too much cleaner and too many students.
I hate this. My stomach gurgled more. Every time I played in public, this happened. I knew it was stupid to be afraid of crowds, and I knew that the throwing up and nerves were all my fault, but I still couldn't stop it. James had looked up "the fear of public humiliation" for me (katagelophobia), and one afternoon we'd even tried hypnosis, complete with self-actualizing pamphlets and soothing music. We'd just ended up slap-happy new fans of New Age music.
I still wasn't done. My stupid hair was falling in my face, and my choppy haircut was too short in front to pull back into my ponytail. I imagined going onstage with chunks in my bangs. I cry only when I'm frustrated, and I was getting dangerously close.
And then, I felt a cool hand gently pulling my hair back from my face. I hadn't even heard anyone come into the bathroom. But somehow I wasn't surprised-like I'd expected someone to come find me here. I knew without looking that it was definitely a guy's hand, and definitely not James.
I started to pull my head away, embarrassed, when the owner of the hand said firmly, "Don't worry about it. You're almost done."
And I was. I finally couldn't throw up anymore and I was left shaky and utterly empty. And for some reason, I wasn't totally undone by the idea of a guy standing behind me. I turned around to see who had witnessed the most unsexy thing a girl could do. If it was Andrew, I was going to punch him for touching me.
But it wasn't Andrew. It was Dillon.
The guy from my dream. Here to save me from public humiliation and lead me triumphantly to a standing ovation.
He held out a handful of paper towels and smiled disarmingly. "Hi. I'm Luke Dillon." He had one of those soft voices that oozed self-control, a voice you couldn't imagine raised. It was, even in the context of a barf-filled bathroom, amazingly sexy.
"Luke Dillon," I repeated, trying not to stare. I took the towels with a still-trembling hand and wiped my face. He had been hazy in the dream, like all dream people, but this was definitely him. Lean as a wolf, with pale blond hair and eyes even paler. And sexy. The dream seemed to have left that bit out. "You're in the girl's bathroom."
"I heard you in here."
I added, in a voice more wavery than I wanted, "You're blocking me in the stall."
Luke moved to the side to let me out and turned on one of the taps so I could wash my face. "Do you need to sit down?"
He retrieved a folding chair from the cubby behind the stalls and put it next to me. "You're white as white. Are you sure you're okay?"
I sank down onto the chair. "Sometimes after I'm done-uh-doing that, I pass out." I smiled weakly as my ears started to roar. "One of my-uh-many charms."
"Put your head between your knees." Luke knelt beside the chair and watched my upside-down face. "You know, you have very pretty eyes."
I didn't answer. I was going to pass out in front of a perfect stranger on a bathroom floor. Luke reached between the tangle of my arms and legs and pressed a wet paper towel against my forehead. My hearing came back in a rush.
"Thanks," I muttered, before very slowly sitting up.
Luke crouched before me. "Are you sick?" He didn't seem particularly concerned about me being contagious, but I shook my head vigorously.
"Nerves. I always throw up before these things. I know I should know better-but I can't stop it. At least I won't throw up on stage now. Might still faint, though."
"How Victorian," Luke remarked. "Are you done fainting for now, though? I mean, do you want to stay in the bathroom, or shall we go out?"
I stood. I stayed standing, so I must have recovered. "No, I'm better. I-uh-really need to warm up, though. I think I've only got forty-five minutes or something until I play. I'm not sure how much time I've wasted." I pointed to the stall he'd found me in.
"Well, let's get you outside to practice. They'll let you know when you need to go on, and it's quieter."
If he were any other guy in the school, I would have given him the brush-off there. I think this was actually the longest conversation I'd had with someone other than James or my family in the last two years. And that wasn't even counting the puking as part of the conversation.
Luke shouldered my harp case. "I'll take this for you, as you're Victorian and feeble. If you'll carry this for me?" He held out an exquisitely carved little wooden box, very heavy for its size. I liked it-it promised secrets inside.
"What's in here?" Right after I asked the question, I realized that it was the first one I'd asked him since he touched my hair. It hadn't even occurred to me to question anything else about him-as if everything up to now was unquestionable and acceptable, part of an unwritten script we both followed.
"Flute." Luke pushed open the bathroom door and headed for one of the back exits.
"What are you competing in?"
"Oh, I'm not here to compete."
"Then why are you here?"
He looked over his shoulder and flashed me a smile so winning that I got the idea he didn't smile like that very often. "Oh, I came to watch you play."
It wasn't true, but I liked his answer anyway. He led me out into the sun behind the school and made his way to one of the picnic benches near the soccer field. A student's name blared across the grounds from the speaker near the back door, and Luke looked at me. "See? You'll know when you need to go."
We settled there, him on the picnic table and me on the bench next to my harp. With the sun fully on them, his eyes were pale as glass.
"What are you going to play for me?"
My stomach squeezed. He was going to think I was completely pathetic, too nervous to play even in front of him. "Um ..." He looked away, opening his flute case and carefully putting the flute together. "So you're telling me you're a great musician and you won't share it with anyone?"
"Well, you make it sound so selfish when you put it that way!"
Luke's mouth quirked on one side as he lifted his flute. He blew a breathy "A" and adjusted the slide. "Well, I held your hair. Doesn't that deserve a tune? Concentrate on the music. Pretend I'm not here."
"But you are."
"Pretend I'm a picnic table."
I looked at the muscled arms beneath the sleeves of his T-shirt. "You are definitely not a picnic table." Man, he was definitely not a picnic table.
Luke just looked at me. "Play." His voice was hard, and I glanced away. Not because I was offended, but because I knew he was right.
I turned to my harp-hello, old friend-and rocked it back on its six-inch legs to settle it into the crook of my shoulder. A moment's attention to the strings showed me that they still held their tune, and then I began to play. The strings were lovely and buttery under my fingers; the harp loved this warm and humid weather.
I sang, my voice timid at first, and then stronger as I realized I wanted to impress him.
The sun shines through the window And the sun shines through your hair It seems like you're beside me But I know you're not there. You would sit beside this window Run your fingers through my hair You were always there beside me But I know that you're not there
Oh, to be by your side once again Oh, to hold your hand in mine again Oh, to be by your side once again Oh, to hold your hand in mine-
I broke off as I heard his flute joining in. "You know it, then?"
"Indeed I do. Do you sing the verse where he gets killed?"
I frowned. "I only know the part I sang. I didn't know he died."
"Poor lad, of course he dies. It's an Irish song, right? They always die in Irish songs. I'll sing it for you. Play along so I don't wander off tune."
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It took me awhile to get into this book, I can usually tell if I like about after reading the first few pages, but this book it took me longer to find out and I'm still confused about my thoughts on this book. It was like this guy Luke pops up out of nowhere (in girls bathroom to be exact) and Dee completely trusts him and starts hanging out with him like they're old friends or something. And then like a few days later after knowing pretty much absolutely nothing about the guy she practically in love with him! It was weird if you ask me. And I've know a few other books like this where it was love at first sight of whatever, which is fine if the author can pull it off and the chemistry there. But here in this book, not so much. And the ending? I didn't get that at all, I'm sorry it was like it got cut off, like pages seemed to be missing. And then I heard there's a sequel, so I'm like yay, maybe it continues and I won't be oh so confused anymore. Ha, Luke wasn't even in it, and it wasn't even from Dee's point of view. And from what I hear, there isn't going to be any other books. So I'm just wondering. What happened to Luke is he dead or what? So not worth the read if you don't even know what gonna happen. But it was okay, i Suppose. It was better than the Sequel I'll give you that. I wouldnt even waste my time on the Sequel. A book's that great by this author is her most recent one- Shiver. Now that's a captivating book. So worth the read on that one!
Deirdre Monaghan is an excellent harpist. At least she thought so until she met the devastatingly handsome Luke Dillon.
Luke's amazing musical skill unlocks something deep within Deirdre. Her talent at the harp becomes unmeasurable; however, other things begin to happen as well - strange things. Dee discovers that she possesses the power of telekinesis. She also learns to read the thoughts of those around her. Dee knows that Luke is somehow a part of all the craziness that is taking place, but he is unable to reveal his secrets.
Those secrets have the potential of killing both Luke and Dee. Dee must unravel the mystery surrounding Luke before it's too late - for both of them.
Stiefvater has created a novel that is reminiscent of Melissa Marr's WICKED LOVELY. The story centers on a girl who captures the attention of Faerie creatures. Of course, it is the responsibility of the human girl to set the wrong things right once again.
The author's formula veers from the norm by incorporating music into the plot. Dee plays the harp; Luke is a flautist; James, Dee's best friend, plays the bag pipes; all the while snippets of old Irish songs adorn the pages before each section of the novel.
The world of Faerie is becoming more prominent in young adult fiction, and this will be a welcome addition. Look for its sequel, aptly named BALLAD, due out next year.
Great characters and plot, but if you have a heart, this book will break it.
I wish I didn't even pick this book up. I thought it was incredibly unoriginal. Some of the lines seemed like they were straight out of Twilight. The relationship between Deidre and Luke wasn't even close to being believable. "Oh my goodness. I've known you for three hours--DON'T LEAVE ME." Seriously? She knows NOTHING about this guy but she automatically trusts him? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I could barely get myself to finish it. Its just a fairy version of Twilight. Not an orginal plot at all.
So I needed something sweet and scary, with a little humor and some faeries. I didn't really know much about LAMENT, so it was kind of surprising how much I was looking forward to it. But I was just getting this vibe. Like good things would be inside. And these good things seemed to carry with them a hint of Melissa Marr goodness mixed with some Holly Black awesome. I got what I was looking for and more.
Deirdre plays the harp. Her best friend James is a piper. And hilarious with it. The two of them together are exceptionally cool John Green-esque geeks. Besides James, Deirdre's got an overbearing mother, an aunt from hell, and a very weak stomach. The story opens at one of her competitions. She is lurking about the girl's bathroom about to lose her lunch, as she always does before a performance, when the mysterious Luke Dillon (who Deirdre's never met before but seems to know somehow) wanders in and proceeds to hold her hair back for her. Clearly the mysterious Luke must stick around. And stick around he does. For reasons which remain a little murky and a lot enticing, and which Deirdre is determined to find out.
Sexy as sexy. That's Luke. Plus, he's got a deep dark secret he can't reveal. Literally can't. Very bad things happen to Luke when he tries to talk about where he came from, what brought him to Deirdre, and who's pulling his strings. So it's up to Deirdre to figure out who Luke is, why he seems to have brought a host of creatures out of myth and legend in his wake, and what her own role is to be in it all. As I used to live in Virginia, I thoroughly enjoyed the setting, particularly the descriptions of the weather and humidity. In LAMENT Maggie Stiefvater artfully weaves together a heady mix of music, humor, exhiliration, and desperate longing. I enjoyed this book so much it is physically painful to me that the sequel, BALLAD, isn't due out till next Fall.
If you held a mirror up to this book you would see Twilight in the reflection. Instead of vampires you have fairies. Instead of the male lead reading minds,the female lead does. The lines are hokey,the plot weak. Alot of the scenes in the book are close to Twilight scenes and lines.You can interchange the charcters to Edward,Bella ad Jacob and not miss a beat.You come to the point where you are hoping the fairies kill her just so the story will end. I finished the book cause I paid for it. But it was awful and a HUGE was of money and time. I could of just reread Twilight. And I didnt want to even give it a star but you cant post till you do.
Loved this books and i love all her books. Screw edward i wnt luke :) he is such a charmer!!!!
This is one of Maggie's best books. You will love it!
I absolutely LOVED this book! I love fantasy romance and this book is amazing. 5 stars!
Lament was one of those books I couldn't put down!! I devoured it in one sitting and can't wait to get my hands on the second installment, Ballad!!! I didn't really think I'd like this book from first sight, but I loved IT!!!
Lament was a cute Faerie story. Deirdre and Luke was a cute couple and I found myself wanting them to be together, but at the same time I could she her with James. I did find Deirdre to be a little naive, but maybe that was the point. I think she could have used her gifts alot more and I really want to know more about her mother and aunt and their back story. Maybe a prequel would be written. Overall a cute story. Im gonna read Ballad and see exactly where this story is going.
Deidre Monaghan is a talented harpist in high school; her stage mother controls every aspect of her life, including what she wears to concerts and gigs. The normally invisible Deidre gets horrendous stage fright and throws up before every performance. Her only solace is her friend James, a kilt-wearing rebel bagpiper who never fails to make Dee laugh. Her dull life receives a rude awakening with the handsome Luke Dillon, a boy that she first saw in a dream. A rather inauspicious meeting follows when Luke appears during a crippling bout of stage fright, holding back her hair as she throws up, and Dee feels like she knows him from somewhere else. But there's something mysterious about Luke; four-leaf clovers keep showing up, she swears she sees people out of the corner of her eye, and Luke seems to be protecting Dee from an invisible menace. Deidre discovers a dark family secret; she's a "cloverhand," or a human who can see faeries. She also possesses telekinetic powers, making her a threat to the current faerie queen, who sends her assassins to eliminate her (in a curious parallel to Radiant Shadows: Wicked Lovely). Deidre and her family and friends are all at risk. Along the way, Deidre finds herself falling for the flawed Luke. Using her new powers, she attempts to read his mind, with unexpected consequences for both of them. The handsome, lethal Luke is "dazzling" (yes, the verb "dazzle" is used quite a bit, similar to another popular teen supernatural romance), but he's an ancient, tortured soul full of dark secrets. Despite her survival instincts and her family's disapproval, she starts going out with Luke. The two must face down the Faerie Queen and her henchmen. The novel's rather brutal climax is a breathtaking end to Deidre and Luke's adventures among the faeries. If you're a sensitive reader, be warned that there's quite a bit of violence and gore. I fell in love with the fiery Deidre and the captivating Luke, and the writing was snappy and smart. Fans of the Wicked Lovely series and Holly Black will enjoy this well-crafted tale of Faerie, full of references to Irish ballads, Celtic mythology, and stirring Irish music.
Allow me to preface this by saying that I've worked at a bookstore since high school and am extremely picky about what I choose to read. I was looking for something new the other day and this caught my eye. Though the cover art is lacking--the story is SO much better than the lame sword on the cover--if you've read any of Stiefvater's other books you will not be disappointed. It's a new story--riveting and complex--unlike everything else you've probably read before. What I love so much about this book is that it kept me guessing. Usually, I figure out books within the first third--not the case here. The twists and turns will have you wrinkling your brow and turning page after page. As if the remarkable faerie plot wasn't enough, there is a beautifully written love story in the pages of Lament as well; intricately woven, remarkably real and utterly poetic. Definitely belongs in my top ten of all time, along with another of Stiefvater's novels, Shiver.
I just happened to pick this up at a local B&N and am so glad that i did. I brought it home and couldnt put it down, read it in 2 sittings. I just love the way she makes the characters come alive. You can feel through the pages everything that happens to them. She is such a great writter. I ran out the next day and got Ballad which will not let you down iether! I cany wait for more in this series, I hope she brings back Luke for Dee!
Overall the book was good. I was a little disappointed with the ending though. Don't get me wrong the ending wasn't bad it was just abrupt. I also have heard that Luke is not in Ballad which makes Lament's ending seem even more abrupt then I originally thought. Oh well, I really liked the musical aspect of this book (even though I am musically challenged myself). I really think that it added to the story line plus it fits with the Faerie lore aspect. The romance was good but I wasn't always so convinced that James wouldn't have been a good choice for Dee but maybe that is what Ballad is for, to the tell James's story. I guess I will have to read it soon to find out.
Lament was a fairly shallow book. The plot started off having a lot of potential to grow into something great, but as the book progressed, it became rather dull and repetative ...and cliche ...and predictable. I have come to find I am not a fan of Maggie Stiefvater's writing. Although it is written at a young adult level, I feel like the characters are underdeveloped in all of her books and the plot always has a unique take on similar plots, but she never fails to come short of her delivery. I picked up this book becuase I love faerie, and am a fan of the Wicked Lovely series. But Lament just doesn't compare. As I have said the plot is under developed, the characters are shallow, unrealistic and cliche. The writing is cheesy, and the book moves at a fairly slow pace. Towards the end, the book starts picking up and some interesting creatures are introduced, and as I am a fan of mythical and fantastical creatures, I wish she would have pushed this theme further. As soon as the end starts picking up speed and starts to get interesting, it dissolves even quicker ultimately coming to a screaching halt that seems coompletely out of context. Anyway... if you are 14 or under you may enjoy the cheesiness and shallowness of the plot but otherwise I would pass :)
Deirdre Monaghan is just your average super-talented harpist. Then a boy walks out of her dreams and straight into her life. Deirdre knows that the attractive and slightly dangerous Luke Dillon is no human, but she is hardly prepared for what he is: the faerie queen¿s soulless assassin, a human who rejected her and is now forced to kill all she believes is a threat to her.Luke was sent to kill Deirdre, but neither of them anticipated falling in love with each other. Now, Luke is risking his life to save hers, but Deirdre is not going to let the evil faerie queen walk all over her and destroy her and her family, friends, and loves. Maybe Deirdre is more of a threat to the queen than she herself thought¿Maggie Stiefvater is going to be the rising voice of YA faerie fiction, I can tell. She writes brilliantly, the story is intricate yet satisfying, and, most of all, her characters are the kind you¿ll want to fall in love with or be.We are thrown right into the story from the very beginning, which is confusing for about the first half of the book, as we do not know Luke¿s unspeakable history or his connection to Deirdre and the amount of danger she is in. Fortunately, Maggie Stiefvater¿s writing totally makes up for that: Deirdre¿s narrative tone can be described as ¿irreverent:¿ she¿s a witty and self-deprecating observer who still manages to pull kick-butt abilities out of thin air as if she¿d been born to do it all along.The characters are truly what make this book. Deirdre is your ideal female protagonist, and Luke her heartbreakingly dazzling male counterpart. Even secondary characters¿such as James, Deirdre¿s wisecracking best friend, and Una, a bold faerie¿take on full shape and importance. It didn¿t matter how confusing the beginning was, because once I really got into the book, it was impossible to put down, that¿s how deep my connection to the characters was.LAMENT leaves off on a bittersweet note, and I can¿t tell you how eager I am for the release of BALLAD, a companion book. If I could devour Maggie¿s writing as food all day, I would. Instead, I will be content to reread LAMENT over and over again, desperately waiting for what she has to show us next.
What happens when a cloverhand can't control the fey?Sixteen-year-old Deirdre Monaghan is a painfully shy but prodigiously gifted musician. She's about to find out she's also a cloverhand¿one who can see faeries. When a mysterious boy enters her ordinary suburban life, seemingly out of nowhere, Deirdre finds herself infatuated. Trouble is, the enigmatic and conflicted Luke turns out to be a gallowglass¿a soulless faerie assassin ¿ and Deirdre is meant to be his next mark. Deirdre has to decide if Luke's feelings towards her are real, or only a way to lure her deeper into the world of Faerie.Luke isn't her only problem. A sinister faerie named Aodhan is also stalking Deirdre. Long-time enemies with a common goal, Luke and Aodhan carry the same assignment from the Faerie Queen. Namely, kill Deirdre before her music captures the attention of the Fae and threatens the Queen's sovereignty. Caught in the crossfire with Deirdre is her best friend James whose devotion has been teetering precariously on the line between friendship and love for months ¿ a feeling that Dee doesn't quite reciprocate. It's Luke she can't stop thinking about: Luke, who was supposed to kill her immediately but hasn't. Luke, who cannot refuse the Queen's orders without paying an unimaginable price. Deirdre ultimately must confront the Faerie Queen before she loses everyone she loves.Stiefvater is a freak'n genius.The writing is awesome! I found myself glued to the pages from beginning to end. The magical & musical elements of the story made this novel more fascinating and were put together beautify.I loved the characters. I loved how Deidre progressed through the story. I love strong heroines that take action instead of being the victim. Luke is the tortured hero and I love how Maggie put him together as the story progressed. James is one of my favorite characters, he¿s charming and funny and I can¿t wait to read more about him.I love stories that have forbidden love and it only made me root for the characters even more. When it came down to the final pages, I was like ¿No, I¿m not ready for this story to end.¿ then it was over and i wanted more.I can¿t wait for the sequel. Ballad is coming out October 1st 2009.
After reading Shiver I just knew I had to run out and by this book. There is something about the way that Maggie writes that calls out to me and I end up lost in her lyrical words. It's amazing really. It's been a long time since a writer has affected me this way. Let me tell you Lament did not disappoint. I loved it!Lament is a wonderful, mysterious tale of Faerie's and not of the cute fun loving kind.Deirdre is a very talented harpist and she meets the elusive and mysterious Luke at a competition and then all the strange, unexplainable stuff starts happening. She finds out she can move things and read minds and thoughts, and she discovers the unseen world of the Fae. A world that has affected her family for generations.We are led through twists and turns of the games faeries play. We learn of the Queen and her need to see Deirdre dead and of her control over the Fae and of Luke. We learn of so much more but that would be giving away too much of this awesome story.I love how Maggie weaves the tale with a fine sheet of mist so you sense the story unraveling before your eyes with every page you turn. I found myself getting lost in the pages and my day slipping away into the evening as I read.I can't wait to read Ballad when it comes out in October.
Lament is a whole lot of good things all mixed together. You've got fantastic characters. There's plenty of action. There's sizzling romance. And best of all, there's the detailed intrigue, leaving you with a constant sense of being slightly off balance. Is Luke good or bad? How bad? Does this person really want to help or are they tricking you? I loved the unpredictability.It was interesting coming from one of Stiefvater's later novels, Shiver, to her debut. Her writing has definitely evolved. While the language used in Lament displays the characteristic beauty of style that I loved in Shiver, the plot itself sometimes felt a little choppy. There were a few places where I actually flipped back to see if I'd missed a page, because it seemed like there should have been more transition and explanation. It didn't significantly interfere with my enjoyment of the story, I just thought it was interesting to note the changes in style between one novel and the next.I don't know how I feel about the ending of this book. I liked it, but I didn't like it. One thing is certain, though: Lament has managed to imprint itself on my brain and I think this is a story I'll be rereading at some point.
A gorgeously written, richly characterized, powerful and gripping story for older teens and adults. Also one of the best faerie-related books I've read in years. After this, I cannot wait for the sequel -- or anything else Maggie Stiefvater writes.
This is easily the best book I've read in a long time! I was hooked by page 3 and the rest of the book didn't disappoint. Equal parts fantasy, mystery, and romance....I couldn't put it down. Can't wait for the sequel in the fall. Teen music prodigy Deirdre is thrown into total weirdness when Luke shows up at a music competition and seems to already know her. She falls hard for him, to the sadness of her best friend, James. But there's more going on than just a teen romance. Strange things start happening as well - Deirdre's awareness of things around her heightens and suddenly there are eyes in the shadows. To say this is a 'book about faeries' would be doing it a disservice, because it is not about the lovely little winged creatures that little girls dream of. This is on a scale more mythological - they are devious tricksters who rarely drop by for any good reason. I haven't read Twilight to compare, but this book deserves similar attention!
Deidre seems to be an ordinary teenager -- albeit a very talented harpist -- enjoying her best friend's (James) humor and overbearing parents. Her life suddenly is turned into something extraordinary when a handsome guy turns up (Luke) to help her win a music event and she starts seeing what she suspects are faeries. And these fairies aren't your typical benevolent, cute little sprites with wings. No, these are more along the line of cruel and beautiful type that see humans as playthings or worse. My only beef with this book is that the first half moved pretty slow, which included a lot of great buildup but then the second half just rushed by me without returning to a lot of the topics I was interested in. I'm not too upset however, since a sequel is due out soon and will hopefully answer more of my questions about Deidre, Luke, James, Dee's crazy family, the fairies... I could go on. Filled with incredible writing and sentences I'd repeat just for their musical quality this was a book that will easily transport it's reader.
I decided to pick up Lament because I am a big fan of Ms. Stiefvater's, Shiver. Not only did Lament blow me away, but it is one of the best faerie books I have had the pleasure to read.Deirdre (a/k/a Dee) and Luke are just to die for. Although you are not really sure whether you can trust Luke for most of the story, you can't help but to yearn for him and Dee to find a way to make it work out - no matter how much her grandmother warns her away from him. I thought Deirdre was the perfect heroine. She was smart, witty, yet she had the insecurities any girl her age would have, not to mention the stress of the new world she has uncovered. Luke was the tortured, tragic hero (yummy) - who you fall in love with right along with Dee. I loved the romance and the aching passion they shared. There was this sadness undertone to the writing that pulled you in and had you with your heart in your throat the whole time.One other thing that I absolutely loved about this novel was the musical element that was weaved throughout the story. It was mesmerizing and beautiful in its own right. There were times were I could almost hear it. It was that descriptive to read.All in all, this was a fantastic faerie tale with loveable characters and bad guys you just love to hate. This is a definite "to-read" for lovers of anything faerie - young and old alike. Now I just have to get my hands on Ballad... I can't wait!
Well I have to say I really enjoyed both of these books. Maggie's writing is quick paced and to the point in a good way. She's descriptive in her writing but not overly so. I enjoyed seeing the character's relationship's developing and falling apart. It was a definite roller coaster of emotion through out the books. If I had to pick a favorite character....I'd say I was rooting for James all the way.So like I said short review here but, if you haven't read the books I'd say go get 'em! I enjoy books about fairies so this series is definitely a keeper for me and one to watch!