on August 1, 2009
For years, Grace has watched the wolves in the woods behind her house. One yellow-eyed wolf—her wolf—is a chilling presence she can't seem to live without.
Meanwhile, Sam has lived two lives: In winter, the frozen woods, the protection of the pack, and the silent company of a fearless girl. In summer, a few precious months of being human… until the cold makes him shift back again.
Now, Grace meets a yellow-eyed boy whose familiarity takes her breath away. It's her wolf. It has to be. But as winter nears, Sam must fight to stay human—or risk losing himself, and Grace, forever.
‘I didn’t think I belonged here in her world, a boy stuck between two lives, dragging the dangers of the wolves with me, but when she said my name, waiting for me to follow, I knew I’d do anything to stay with her.’
There was something incredibly beautiful about Maggie Stiefvater’s writing style… I found myself completely mesmerized. I definitely have a soft spot in my heart for beautifully written stories that fill me with a deep longing… and this one definitely did it. Sam and Grace’s passion was palpable and heartbreaking. These too definitely had a connection that lacked an easy explanation; it just was.
As this is the first time I’ve read Shiver, I’ve heard opinions about this book from every end of the spectrum. The one that stuck out the most for me was that it was ‘Twilight’ rewritten if Bella were to have went with Jacob instead of Edward. Being that I have now personally read ‘Shiver’ and can formulate my own opinion I can see some slight similarities but there was a depth to the characters and the story itself that was sorely lacking in Twilight… plus the writing itself was on a completely different level.
Incredibly enjoyable, I loved every minute of it. I can’t help but wonder though what the next installment will bring. If I didn’t know that the second (and third) book was already released I would have been completely content with how this story ended. I suppose we shall see. 🙂
‘I closed my eyes. For a brief moment I wished with all my heart that he was just a normal boy, so that I could storm away with my pride and indignation. But he wasn’t. He was as fragile as a butterfly in autumn, waiting to be destroyed by the first frost.’