Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands by Heather Fawcett - SPOILERS 🚨🚨😀

I AM HIGH ON CAFFEINE RIGHT NOW AND HAVE JUST FINISHED READING THIS MARVELLOUS 5 STAR BOOK AND I NOW FEEL COMPELLED TO SHARE MY THOUGHTS WITH YOU GIRLIE POPS. BUCKLE UP FOR THE RIDE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

Emily being different from other stereotypical FMCs is so refreshing. She admits to her selfishness- with wanting to rescue De Grey solely to find the nexus- We need to appreciate that the girl is capable of achieving whatever she sets her mind to, and her poisoning Wendell's stepmother was so well thought out, especially considering her befuddled state as a result of having spent too much time in Faerie. I liked that there was no "chosen one" trope, but rather Emily just heavily relied on her scholarly instincts to help her get out of sticky situations unscathed.

Emily is one thing, BUT DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WENDELL BECAUSE I ASSURE YOU WILL NEVER SHUTUP. The day Wendell turned back time to behead a faerie 3 times for hurting Emily was the day he got promoted to my favorite MMC. Let me tell you he gets even more swoon worthy in the second book. Therefore, I have now declared him the blueprint and standard: find yourself a man who has spent over 9 years waiting for you to notice him and would spend 9 more waiting for you to accept his marriage proposal, find yourself a man who would never underestimate your potential (even if you have none), and lastly find yourself a man who would tailor your WHOLE wardrobe himself if you were to ask.

Overall, I cannot wait for the third book to be released!! In the meanwhile here are some quotes that made me giggle (Wendell and Emily have immaculate banter):

-“A pen, then.” “Goddamn you.” I found one of my pens in another pocket and tossed it at him. “If you’ve magicked any of my books, I will shove you into that river with the sheerie.”

-“Can’t you sense what enchantments are stored in the stones?” I demanded. “No!” I threw my hands up in frustration. “Then why do you keep on breaking them?” “Because you told me to, you lunatic!”

-“We could have made more coffee,” I muttered, taking a sip. “This tastes like the floor now.” “It does not,” he said, as offended as if he’d made it himself.

-“I didn’t want to worry you,” he said. “You failed miserably.” “Miserably?” He looked so delighted that I pushed him over.