Series: The Book of Ivy #1
Publisher: Entangled Teen on November 4, 2014
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult
Source: Blog Tour
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After a brutal nuclear war, the United States was left decimated. A small group of survivors eventually banded together, but only after more conflict over which family would govern the new nation. The Westfalls lost. Fifty years later, peace and control are maintained by marrying the daughters of the losing side to the sons of the winning group in a yearly ritual.
This year, it is my turn.
My name is Ivy Westfall, and my mission is simple: to kill the president’s son—my soon-to-be husband—and restore the Westfall family to power.
But Bishop Lattimer is either a very skilled actor or he’s not the cruel, heartless boy my family warned me to expect. He might even be the one person in this world who truly understands me. But there is no escape from my fate. I am the only one who can restore the Westfall legacy.
Because Bishop must die. And I must be the one to kill him…
At A Glance
Slow start, amazing ending.
Though the concept isn’t necessarily unique, Amy wrote it in such a way that it felt fresh. I loved how two sides fought, one side lost, and as a reminder, the winning side forces the losing side’s daughters to marry the winning side’s sons. Genius, because that almost guarantees no rebellion. With the mixed bloodlines, who would want to fight against their own children or grandchildren? Not I, says the frog. But long seeded hate and resentment sometimes rules over logic and compassion. So, the story begins with Ivy marrying Bishop, and she has one mission…to kill him and win back control over their community.
The best part of this book is how black and white it seems but how gray it really is. Arranged marriages are horrible, right? No way the concept is fair or right. However, as the story went on, I found myself second guessing my first impressions. Arranged marriage is still horrible, but for the story, I understood the logic of it. I started to see that sometimes they worked out and sometimes they didn’t, but that’s not much different from consensual marriages now is it? Sometimes those don’t work out so great either. Obviously, there is a lot more too the whole concept, but still, The Book of Ivy taught me not to judge something by face value. Do your research before making decisions on controversial subjects, and all that jazz.
The next best part was the characters. Ivy was so weak but strong at the same time. I loved her compassion and strong views. Oh, the feels she caused me! Then Bishop stole my heart. He is not like the man you expect him to be since he is the ‘ruler’s’ son. He is kind, patient, and caring. Together, they make the most amazing couple.
The story is interesting and thought-provoking. About half way through, I could not put it down. The feels toward the end tore me apart. You will be shocked as some of the characters you come to trust turn out rotten, and the ones who you thought were bad turn out to be more complicated, in a good way. There is somewhat of a cliffhanger at the end, which I usually hate. But it worked this time because I am DYING to read the next book. I can’t believe I have to wait a year!
It took some time for this book to get going. A lot of time. I never wanted to give up on it, but I was definitely bored in the beginning. I’d say about half way through, things started to get interesting.
I love how slow Bishop and Ivy’s love takes to develop. Only by the end do we truly see how much they fell for each other. Some kissing but otherwise very YA.
By the end, I didn’t really care that the book was slow in the beginning. This book made me really think about preconceived notions. All the characters were amazing. I just wish I could give this book 5 stars. I would have if not for the slow parts. Highly recommended.
“You’re easy to read, Ivy, but the whole book of you is complicated.”
“My mission is not to make him happy and bear his children and be his wife. My mission is to kill him.”
He blows out a breath, takes a step toward me. The hallway is so narrow that I’m pinned between the wall and his body, heat rolling off him in waves.
“Yeah,” he says, voice low. “I feel things.”
His green eyes burn. It’s the most emotion I’ve seen from him so far, and I have trouble taking a full breath, my lungs compressed with tension.
“That’s the whole point, Ivy. I want you to feel them, too.”
This is a tour wide giveaway.