It started in very early 2013. I was walking around the local library and stumbled into the young adult section. After looking through a shelf or two, I saw this book with a beautiful raven on it. Ravens have always been my favorite kind of bird so I picked up the book and read the description. Immediately I knew that I wanted to read this book. After a few more minutes of looking around, it was time to leave. Not even kidding, the second we got into the car, I started reading. The Raven Boys. My heart was captured. I read the entire drive home and when we arrived I kept reading. Nothing in the world mattered to me as long as I was reading this book. I fell so deeply in love with everything about it. The characters, the story, the magic, the quest, the pace. Everything. I finished the book rather quickly (about a day) and started reading it again right afterwards. It felt like everything around me disappeared for awhile and for once in my life, everything was okay. It was my escape.
After finishing the book for a second time, I looked it up to see if there was a second one yet. Coming soon. Not going to lie, my heart was a bit crushed when I found out the release date was September 17th, 2013. It felt so far away, like it would never come fast enough for me. I lived though. Time passed rather quickly. Before I knew it, it was September and I was ready. By this point I had read The Raven Boys at least 9 times, no joke. The very day the second book was released, I put a hold on it at the library and rushed over to claim it. Again, I read the entire ride home. I read and read and read. I read on the drive to Six Flags with my best friend, Lana. I read while eating lunch at Six Flags. I read on the drive back. I can barely remember any of that trip besides the reading. I memorized parts of the book. I fell completely in love again. Head over heels. Everything was okay again, everything was alright as long as I read. I read The Raven Boys again and The Dream Thieves after it. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve read those two books. Yet every single time I start again, it has the very same effect. No matter how many times I read and reread the same words, the same story, it always feels like the first time. I stopped reading for a long time.
October 21st, 2014. I marked the date on my calendar the second I found out. I waited and waited and waited. We had just recently moved into a new house in a new state. I remember counting down the days. I remember how excited I was. The only thing this time was that our new local library wouldn’t have it for awhile. My mom must of known I was hurting over that so she had bought me the book from the bookstore, along with the first two, which I still hadn’t owned. Finally. I reread the first two. Then when I got to the third, I stopped. Even though this wasn’t the end, I hate endings. I hate being close to the ending. I hate that feeling of emptiness and sadness. I hate that feeling of having something just be over. I didn’t want it to end, I didn’t want it to be close to the end. So I put it on my shelf and waited until I was ready. I think I knew deep down I never would be though. Again, I had stopped reading for a long while.
April 26th, 2016. The last book finally had a release date. I preordered it awhile before, which came with a signature from Maggie herself and a bookplate thing of the main characters. I was at the bookstore on I believe April 18th. We were walking out the door about to leave when I saw it. The Raven King. Right there, on a cart. Sitting right on top of everything else. One copy. I grabbed it so quickly and went right back over to the check out. This is it. I stared at it the entire ride home. This is the ending. I honestly had to try my hardest not to cry in the car in front of my mom and brother. It’s over. I knew this day would come. Nothing lasts forever.
Shortly afterwards, I started rereading The Ravens Boys again. I was taken away, my escape from the world. I needed this right now. I hadn’t read it for what felt like forever. I relived every moment and every feeling. I reread The Dream Thieves right afterwards. I was so lost in this world. It made everything okay. All my fears disappeared. Then I read Blue Lily, Lily Blue in one day. I loved it so much, the book itself made me so happy. I could scream over certain chapters for hours, they made me so excited and joyful. It took me away just like the previous two had done, it made me feel okay and safe. All my worries were gone. Yet the second it was over.. there it was, the emptiness. The rain and gray sky didn’t help any. It wasn’t the end but it was one step away. I needed a moment to recover. Why does this book make me feel this way? It isn’t like any other book series I’ve read. I normally feel this way for an hour or two and then I’m okay and I move on. But this is so much worse. I literally felt completely empty inside, like everything had been removed from me. Like every emotion I had other than sadness and loneliness was just gone. Everything inside me had disappeared and I was nothing but a walking shell of sadness and despair. I told my friend Cat that I would wait for her before I read The Raven King. I needed the time to recover. I don’t think I will recover, though. I reread Blue Lily, Lily Blue.
I finally started The Raven King. Things were going on in my real life that I wanted to forget for awhile, I needed to escape. This is my escape from the world. The closer I got to the end, the more sad I was getting. I could feel it coming, the emptiness, but I couldn’t stop reading. Part of me wished that the book would magically grow in size as I was reading so there would be more pages to read but that didn’t happen. After many hours of reading, I finally finished. It was over. It killed me. So many questions left unanswered and probably will be left forever. So many things happened that had me screaming from happiness (PYNCH PYNCH PYNCH). So many things happened that had me crying my eyes out. So many things happened. Even as I write this, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that it’s over. There will be no more from this universe. I know I won’t be able to read again for awhile.
“He was a book and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn’t want it to be over.”
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain how much this series means to me. It’s the something more I’ve always wanted and needed in life. It fills the empty hole in my heart and soul that I was never able to fill before. The characters just feel so real to me. Like one day I’ll wake up and actually meet them or something, as stupid as that sounds. They just feel so alive. Everything they do, everything they say, and everything they are is what I wish I had and was. I wish I had a friendship like they do. A small group of people who love and care about each other more than anything. I wish I had a quest like they do. An adventure to go on. To get something more out of life other than just simply living. I wish I had everything like they do. The love, the magic, the family.
“What she didn’t realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.”
Above, you can see my beautiful Raven Cycle shelf as of May 2nd, 2016. I have a little Chainsaw, a Ronan and Adam bracelet, many blue and black feathers, some blue flowers, as well as the books, and some other jewelry. I love this series so much I had to have an entire shelf dedicated to it and decorated beautifully. I plan on getting a tattoo (or a few) shortly after my 18th birthday to honor this series and how much it means to me and how much it’s helped me. I want to get the ley lines as well as the raven. I’ve also been thinking about getting “safe as life” or “excelsior.”
“Good-bye,” Noah said. “Don’t throw it away.”
Warning: This profile contains spoilers for The Raven Cycle. Read at your own risk.
Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.
This was not a rattlesnake hidden in the grass, but a deadly coral snake striped with warning colors. Everything about him was a warning: If this snake bit you, you had no one to blame but yourself.