Throne of Glass Book Review

Throne of Glass - Sarah J. Maas

Throne of Glass Book Review



Whenever I so much as hear this title:

I absolutely love this book. Sarah J. Maas, the Author of Throne of Glass, was just sixteen when she wrote the first incarnation of her novel. I find it her style very distinguishable as her writing is practically adorned with endearing characters, beautiful description and vocabulary, and charming wit.


“Didn’t I give you three pounds of candy?”
She smiled impishly.
“You ate half the bag!”
“Was I supposed to save it?”
“I would have liked some!”
“You never told me that.”
“Because I didn’t expect you to consume all of it before breakfast!”
She snatched the bag from him and put it on the table.”Well, that just shows poor judgement on your part, doesn’t it?”


Though I understand many dislike the book's heroine, an assassin called Celaena Sardothien, I found her to be a very deadly and beautiful character. I admit that she did not follow through with a lot of her threats, and I wouldn't exactly agree with the cover's description of a Heart of Ice and  a Will of Steel - but as she book continues, and the character begins to unravel bit by bit, it becomes clear she is a very complex and enthralling character. And, to those who describe her as petty and annoying...


"Something frozen rushed through her veins. "They died too quickly."

"But you were a woman in Endovier," Chaol said, his voice rough and quiet. "No one ever..." He trailed off, unable to form the word.

She gave him a slow, bitter smile. "They were afraid of me to begin with. And after the day I almost touched the wall, none of them dared come too close to me. But if one guard tried to get too friendly... Well, he'd become the example that reminded the others I could snap again, if I felt like it."


“So Celaena only smiled at them, tossed her hair, and batted her eyelashes at the prince’s back.
Her arm stung. “What?” she hissed at the Captain of the Guard as he pinched her.
“You look ridiculous,” he said through his teeth, smiling at the crowd.
She mirrored his expression. “They’re ridiculous.”
“Be quiet and act normally.” His breath was hot on her neck.
“I should jump from the horse and run,” she said, waving at a young man, who gaped at what he thought was a court lady’s attention. “I’d vanish in an instant.”

“Yes,” he said, “you’d vanish with three arrows buried in your spine.”
“Such pleasant talk.”