Excuse me, I’m just going to do a little bit of fangirling here.
These last few weeks have been exhausting, what with DD* going through a difficult phase–she is either sick or throwing a tantrum–and DH* kept having stomach problems, so I’m just muddling along here, wondering when is it my turn to be taken care of.
Long story short, I’m burnt.
Thank goodness for fictional boys. God knows how unbearable life is without them. Of all swoonworthy characters to warm my cold heart, two stand out: Kaz Brekker from Six of Crows series, and the one I’m going to talk about here: Anthony J. Lockwood from Lockwood & Co. series.
Around two years ago, I read The Screaming Staircase. It was good, but too scary for my taste so I wasn’t sure I’d read the next book. Too bad I already had a crush on Lockwood.
BUT. The Whispering Skull (#2) is SO GOOD, my harmless crush on Lockwood escalated. I just finished The Creeping Shadow (#4) and NOW I CAN’T CONTAIN MY FEELINGS. People, this series is awesome, I’m serious. It’s packed with intense action, has believable world-building, typical Stroud humor, and THE CHARACTERS OMG I LOVE THEM ALL.
The fourth book fulfills my every expectations. I love seeing friendship grow between Lucy and Holly. The Skull is as sarcastic and hilarious as ever. We see a badass side of George and unexpected turn of events with Quill Kipps.
The Skull and Lucy reunited:
The ghost grinned as I hoisted the backpack over my shoulders. “Ah, two firm friends, reunited at last! There should be sweet violin music playing for us, but I’ll settle for the screams of the dying.”
And of course Lockwood! With his slim figure, too tight suit, and reckless action, my heart bursts whenever his name appears.
Lockwood didn’t say much. He was distracted, deep in thought. I knew the signs; the thrill of the chase was on him. Me, I was just happy for us to stroll together, side by side.
Me too, Lucy, me too.
If you’re familiar with Stroud, then you probably know there’s never much (or any) romance in his books. But here we have just enough of Lucy & Lockwood sweetness to brighten my deep, dark, emo heart.
I don’t know how many books to come out after this, but there are talks about Lockwood’s ‘untimely end’ and I. JUST. CAN’T. Is it too much to ask for a fictional happy ending?
So yeah, life isn’t great right now. But with Lockwood to shine a light on my sad, lonely heart, I guess I’ll survive.
On our way home, I sat opposite Lockwood. He seemed pale and tired. In the days since our visit to the institute, we hadn’t spoken privately of what had happened to us. Occasionally, when our eyes met, we shared something that couldn’t be expressed in words.
* If you’re not familiar with these terms, try spending more time on parenting forums.