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The life that mattered

The Life That Mattered, an all-new emotional romantic suspense novel from Jewel E. Ann, is available now! 

This is book 1 of the duet "The life series", book 2 releases February 20th



Sex isn’t love.
Love isn’t sex.
And friendship is neither.

The son of a French Olympic skier and a Malaysian fashion designer, Ronin Alexander has lived the life of a nomad, traveling the world to find his next adventure.
Life takes a dramatic turn when he meets Evelyn, a beautiful scientist who owns a bath shop in Aspen, Colorado. They defy all the rules of relationships, falling hard and quickly in love.
Their world intertwines with Evelyn’s two best friends, the Governor and his soon-to-be wife. The four become close—very close.
When tragedy strikes, things from their pasts are unveiled—unimaginable truths and the grim realization that life will never be the same.
Jewel E. Ann steps into another dimension with this mind-bending thriller, a provocative story that pushes boundaries and tests the true meaning of love.

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'The life that was real' would also be a great form of describing this book. Real. You know that sometimes while reading a romance you feel like the characters are too much, maybe not believable to be real outside of a book? Well this it not it. What I love the most about this story is how Jewel made their characters as people in real life, with their ups and downs, flaws and qualities, good and bad moments. She was able to tell a moving journey without writing unnecessary drama. Does that mean that there's no angst here? Abso-fucking-lutely not. There's lot of angst here but it's the same angst you can find in life as one grows up, things change and we try to grieve all that while continuing to find reasons to be alive and grateful. And that's what bought me, real life 'drama', real issues, real lessons. The author needn't to add couple drama to make their path believable. She actually told a perfect love story between them (won't specify more here not to spoil anyone but I'll make sense once you read it) without the usual fights and problems a couple of a romantic story has before they get together. I could feel myself falling in love for them as they fell for each other.

"Life was about breaths and heartbeats. A smile. A wink. The squeeze of a hand. Sunrises and sunsets. The rest... it was all extra."

The story flowed as well as the writing, the more you read the more you wanted. There's was a point in which I couldn't put it down until I finished it. This author doesn't fail to make you crave her words.

"I'd rather be emotionally invested to the point of stepping out of bounds than emotionally dead."

As the trama develops and you fall in love for the characters you also start getting nervous about them, your suspicions begins to take place and while you try to figure out how something so beautiful could turn into the mess that was slightly presented to you at the epilogue you also start to pray for a HEA that you now need to happen, because these characters find their way to you and they get into your emotions as if their feelings where also yours... Or maybe this is the author wanting us to be as empathetic as Ronin (our male protagonist) is *wink wink* 😉...

"After years of lost wavering faith, I didn't feel confident that if there was a god, she would listen to my prayers."

A god woman? We don't know about that though I'd luuuuv the concept to actually be real in this story, but we do know there is something that we can't yet explain that is messing around with our heads and their lives. So I really can't wait for the second part of this duet to take me out of this cliffhanger that I was left in because I seriously crave for the story to continue and I'm crossing fingers for a HEA of some sorts.

"I promise to find you in every life... in every universe."

Narrated with multiple voices and from various time lines, The life that mattered is a story that will make you want to believe in soulmates and everything that can guarantee an everlasting love like Evie and Roe have 😍💫✨

"Evelyn made me feel more vulnerable than I ever thought humanly possible. She was the beginning and the end... my absolute favorite... everything."

I could tell you more about the characters or their path but I believe that is a journey you need to make. I'm just here to show you how it made me feel and hope you can also read this and share your feelings afterwards.

Thank you, Jewel, for this story, for making me emotionally vulnerable again, and for the honour to read an ARC of your beautiful work. Just thank you.

"New romance was the best drug, and my addiction felt incurable." 💞


I wasn’t opposed to the occasional drunken one-night stand, but not with Evelyn. We weren’t drunk, and I wasn’t okay with an arbitrary time in the future that I may or may not see her again. “I’ll walk you to your door,” Evelyn said as she turned off her Jeep. “God …” I laughed, shaking my head. “That’s messed up. Now I feel a huge urgency to get my own vehicle. I think I’ll go tomorrow to buy one just so you don’t ever have to walk me to my door again.” She climbed out. “I don’t have to stop at your door. We don’t have to play by the rules of dating. I think we’re past that age. How old are you?” I found her hand and led her to the front door. “Thirty-five.” “I’m thirty-four. Have you ever been married?” We stopped at my door and faced each other. “No. You?” She shook her head. “The rules don’t apply once you’re past thirty.” “The rules?” Evelyn grinned. “The courting shit. The baseball game.” “The baseball game?” My head canted to the side. “Yeah. The sexual bases? First base is kissing. Second base is—” “Yes.” I fished my keys from my pocket. “I’m familiar with the bases.” “Well, I don’t know if you’re a fan of baseball or not, but I am.” I unlocked my door and motioned for her to go inside. She wet her lips and stepped into my condo without an ounce of hesitation. “You’re inviting me in. So you are a fan of baseball.” Not so much. Skiing, football (soccer), rugby, cycling, tennis … but not baseball. However, something told me Evelyn might make me a baseball fan. “Are you sure you’re living here?” She glanced around at the sparse furnishings of my two-bedroom condo. “I never stay in one place long. No need to own much. It’s just that much more to sell or move.” Books. I owned books and a place to sit and read them. My parents didn’t believe in letting Julien and I watch television while we were growing up. Julien embraced art. I embraced fiction—mysteries and sci-fi. “What do you consider not long?” She ran her fingers along the back of my leather recliner before dropping her bag to the floor and slipping off her jacket.“Three to five years is a nice stay.” I tossed my coat onto one of two barstools at my kitchen counter.“Okay. So our marriage will be short.” Her teeth trapped her full bottom lip. “Probably.” I’d dated enough women to know there existed a sequence of events that took place way before the M word should ever be discussed. I’d never reached the point of discussing the M word. Not even with my longest relationship, which lasted two years. Two years and we didn’t talk about marriage. I was out of my realm of experience with Evelyn. We joked about marriage, but who joked about that? Then there was a baseball discussion happening, and I didn’t even like baseball, but I waited with restless anticipation for Evelyn to make her point. Something told me it could be brilliant. “Kenny was a guy I dated my first year in college. He played baseball.” I could not have cared less about this Kenny guy, but he brought her back to the baseball talk, so I folded my arms over my chest, leaned against the counter, and gave her my full attention as she walked in slow circles around my furniture. A predator with calculated moves. Who was I to judge? I walked into her shop that day and basically said we needed to expedite our dating status—laid out my plans to eat dinner with her, close down bars, and sip hot chocolate. “He was a solid hitter. Always got on base, but he never hit a home run. I honestly think he lacked the confidence to go for it. His coaches told him to just get on base, so that’s what he did because that’s what you do when you’re young like that. You spend a lot of time on the bases.” Were we still talking about baseball in the literal sense? “I think once you hit your thirties, no one should judge if you just hit it out of the park your first time up to bat.” Her lips twisted as she stopped in front of me. “The goal is to hit it home. If you can do that, then why the hell not, right?” I thought I understood the metaphor. But if I was wrong, I could get thrown out of the game. “Can I get you a drink?” Evelyn shook her head. My eyes narrowed, studying her for a few seconds. “First base is fine.” She shrugged. Fuck me …

“The wildly talented Jewel E. Ann consistency finds a way to level up. Every book she writes leaves me desperate for more! The Life That Mattered is a must-read." - Ella James, USA Today bestselling author


Sex. Lies. Revenge.

On the heels of a devastating loss, Evelyn fights to put her life back together.
Only … part of her husband belongs to another woman, and the devil owns her soul.

“If you tell her the lie, I will tell her the truth.”

When her best friend goes to great lengths to protect Evelyn from destruction and devastation, mistakes are made, lines are crossed, and all trust is shattered.

“We weren’t unbreakable.
I just needed to believe we weren’t unrepairable.”

Don’t miss the explosive conclusion to this unforgettable thriller by Jewel E. Ann, bestselling author of The Transcend Series.

Pre-order The Life You Stole, releasing February 20th, now!
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About Jewel

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor. With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business. After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing. When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

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Review: Atheists Who Neel and Pray, Tarryn Fisher

I have to say I love this cover and the title! It's perfectly explained during the book and it's so accurate and unique! In love with it!

Yara Phillips is a wandering muse.
She dates men who need her, but always moves on to something new, never staying in one place for very long.
David Lisey is in need of a muse.
A talented musician lacking lyrical inspiration. When he first sees her, he knows he's found what he's been looking for.
Yara believes she can give David exactly what he needs to reach his full potential:
A broken heart.
David’s religion is love.
Yara’s religion is heartache.
Neither is willing to surrender, but religion always requires sacrifice.


Yara’s Yesterday Spotify List:


 Dear Yara, The bands in London, November 12th. Want to catch up?
David So casual. So nonchalant. You’d think we were only acquaintances, that we’d once sipped a couple of beers together instead of tattooing love on our skin and reciting marriage vows. I read the e-mail again and analyze the shit out of it. How can I not? I count out the words: thirteen. The punctuation: four. His name, my name. A flippant, casual turn of phrase: catch up. In the end, there’s only so much psychoanalyzing you can do to a thirteen-word e-mail. I move on with my life, feeling rather pathetic. But not before I e-mail him back. And okay, sure, I don’t move on with my life. What does that even entail? Forgetting? Forgiving? Being happy? Besides, I know what he wants to talk about. I know why he’s coming. Hi David, Yeah, sounds good. Let me know when and where. Yara My e-mail is a word shorter. I’m that petty.

 Tarryn was born and raised in Johannesburg, South Africa. She immigrated to America with her parents when she was thirteen, and spent the next eighteen years in South Florida where she earned her degree in Psychology, wrote her first novel, and had two children. In 2012, on a whim, she moved her family to Seattle, Washington where she currently makes her home safely away from the sun. Tarryn is the founder of Guise of the Villain, a fashion blog, and has written eleven published novels. 
Tarryn is a Slytherin.


Conflicted about this one

Every time I don't love a Tarryn Fisher book I feel guilty, I must say. At first I thought of not leaving a review, but this is what I do for a hobby, I blog, and therefore I can't not be honest about it. I'm a PLN and that's why I feel guilty. I love Tarryn and her books, she's one of my favorite authors ever and will always continue to read her books with the same enthusiasm. I'll always get excited when we're announced a new TF is coming out, I'm sure of that.

Now to the point: I liked this book as the personal journey of inner growth that Tarryn did herself, I actually love it in that sense. But I didn't love it as literature itself. I believe I like Tarryn's writing more when she's writing darker stories. Mud Vein and Marrow are still on the top for me. I love the writing style of those ones. Mud Vein is, for me, the better written, most poetical book of hers. And Marrow has a pace so accurately written I could cry. Just perfect. I can't say the same about AWNAP. It came out as a bit informal and not during the times that it needed to be informal given the characters points of view, but during the rest of the narration and I usually enjoy a poetical language a bit more. There were, either how, some passages and phrases that I completely love! I secondly couldn't connect with so many inner monologues going on. I believe more in show rather than tell and I know that she does as well, so this confused me as well.

Regarding the characters, I have to say that I had a hard time connecting with them, I believe I did it almost at the end, but it was too late for me to fall head over heels for them. It's not that I didn't like their flaws (they were really flawed characters and I was totally okay with that, we're humans, right? Keep it real), but I just couldn't personally connect enough to fall in love with them. I did felt sad about them many times, but as they wrote their paths, not so much. However, I did love and fangirled about the ending and the previous parts that lead to that. I think that part three was my favourite from the book. I believe Yara getting a grip of her life was a breath of fresh air. Let's say I was kind of mad at her during the other parts of the book because, just as her friend said to her, I always believed she was putting excuses not to take responsibility for her existence and grew the ovaries to go after what she wanted. So I did enjoy her development. I liked David sometimes, didn't agree with him some others. I disliked Petra at first, until I started disliking David instead. I maybe liked Ferdinand more than the others even when we didn't get to know a lot about him.

Regarding the plot I do remember we were told it was going to be TO styled, and I liked it even though I couldn't quite connect with the characters for a long part of the book. Either how the third part of it made the book worthy for me.

Finally, though I'm on the minority with this book, I have to say that I do know why everyone loves this, many people needed a story like this as a wake up call and I'm glad they're feeling healed by it. The amazing thing about Tarryn is what she causes with her writing and though she didn't do it for me this time she did it for lots. So I did like the background of the story and the message it left.

I'll leave you here with my favourite quotes now:

° I'm in love with cities, all of them. Each one had their own thing going on, a unique spice they add to the world, but they all had one thing in common: energy.

° Beauty was deceiving in the same way credit cards were.

° Relentless. There's something about a relentless man. You couldn't ignore them. If they asked long enough, eventually they wore you down. Women looked for that, persistent interest. An investor. We were, in ourselves, an entire universe.

° That was the thing about artists, they didn't often think of you. Their energy had a narrow focus, a spotlight on their art... their insecurities... the unfairness of the world.

° How often do we lie to ourselves and say we don't care about something when we do?

° There's no moving on when you're truly in love. You try and you keep trying, but that love is a stain in your life. It's just not that easy.

° It's the simple things that tell the most about our complexities.

° Someone should take you as you are, not have and agenda for how they want to change you.

° David was hesitant to talk about himself, he preferred to listen. To me, that was the mark of a true artist -someone who gathered instead of took.

° Men had a thing for female vulnerability. They wanted to be their hero.

° You can't just threaten kids with their futures when they don't understand the gravity of time.

° The spectrums of pain were meant to be felt and they were beautiful in their own way because they caused change.

° When you set out to find someone, you don't stop until you do. And then you have to deal with what you find.

° Love was a leap of faith, and love was just a word until someone gave it definition.

° It's not true what they say, that you can only give your heart away once. That's the philosophy of the young. The old know better, they know it's not your heart that you give away, but the mind. The mind is a powerful thing. It controls the heart but most people don't know that.

° It's okay to be you Yara, she says. The people who love you will work with your shortcomings, not against them.

° - Tell me, David Lisey, what's the meaning of love?
- It's when you can't get someone out. They crawl inside you and they just live there for the rest of your life.

° When you're unhealthy, healthy things are frightening.

° You don't forgive because they deserve it. Most of the time they don't. You forgive to keep your heart soft. To move forward without bitterness. Forgiveness is for you.

° Even to your old age and grey hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have loved you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

I would definitely recommend this book to someone who's in need of a soul lifting story about love. If you're in a place were you're afraid of love, or holding old resentments, then this is for you.

As I've said before, I can't wait for Tarryn's next work no matter what, her words are my spirit animal.

Micaela García PRESENTE

Eran casi las cinco de la tarde y fui llegando hacia vos, o vos viniste llegando hacia mí. Me mirabas desde el homenaje que las pibas que tienen la bandera de tu lucha decidieron hacerte, vos siempre presente vas a estar. Los ojos en desafío y la sonrisa de sueños por mil, la pasión de la juventud en tu retrato, ideales en pecho. Saludé y me quedé mirándote, así como perdida, medio encontrada, no me salía pedirte más que perdón, porque alguien tiene que hacerlo y porque la Justicia todavía no lo hace. Perdón porque te encontraste con lo peor de esta Suciedad que si te matan pregunta por el largo de la pollera y si aparecés viva dice que sos una "Puta de mierda" que se fue "caliente atrás de una pija", como si fuera malo que una mujer estuviera "caliente" o peor que estés viva. Guarda que la figura de la mujer dueña de su sexualidad no es bien recibida, asusta se ve. No vaya a ser que te des cuenta que no sos objeto de nadie y les quieras armar una revolución.

Me mirabas y me hacía la fuerte para no llorar (te), porque si arrancaba no iba a parar y era momento de prestarte la voz como vos nos la prestabas a todas. De a poco se iba llenando la plaza y adónde miraras había gente que venía a pelear tu lucha, qué lindo, Mica, qué feo, Mica.

Quisiera haber llevado una buena cámara para mostrar lo que veía, pero tuve mis ojos y tengo estas palabras para intentar explicar. Dentro del dolor miraban sonrisas cómplices, de amigas que se acompañaban alentándose; abrazos interminables que intentaban emparchar las almas; rostros que cargaban el dolor de años de silencios y hambre, hambre de respeto e igualdad. Y sed, sed de volver tranquilas a casa.

Te marchamos, te llamamos, te cantamos, te respetamos en silencio, te rezamos, te recordamos, te prometimos, te seguimos luchando, te buscamos, te encontramos, te hablamos, te pedimos fuerzas, te dimos fuerzas, te escuchamos, te tuvimos... siempre ahí. 

Casi al final, cuando estábamos cerca de la Municipalidad unas finas gotas nos tocaron desde arriba y supimos nuevamente que ahí estabas. El coro te habló:

Open letter to censorship


Lately I've been reading more and more that writers, actors, singers, and any celebrity shouldn't have an opinion over anything that's not what they do for a living and if they do they're being harassed over social media and told that they should shut their mouths and mind their own business (write/act/sing/etc). This, beyond being rude, seems terribly ridiculous to me. Why's that? Well, as a start, we're all citizens with rights and that some of those citizens are famous for their jobs doesn't end their right to freely express their opinions and act towards their ideals or beliefs. We all have that right, it's called freedom of expression and it's been a while since it was entitled to everyone and not just a few. We don't get to decide who can speak and what they can speak about. If what they're saying, for whatever reason, makes you uncomfortable, just skip it, maybe read something else in that moment and come back to them whenever they say something that may interest you. You don't have to agree a hundred percent with someone to like them, you wouldn't have a family or friends if not, but you also can't shut them. It's disrespectful. Imagine that someone comes and says 'Hey, you're housewife/chef/teacher/seller, just do your job and don't talk about anything else because I say so'. Well, people would start to have very little conversation with their neighbours, coworkers and even friends. Groups would be formed depending on what you work and you would ONLY talk about that. Imagine, if you already don't like to go to work EVERYDAY, how it'd be to have to JUST have to speak about it 24/7 for the rest of your life. It doesn't sound very enticing, huh?

So be it, we're all people with the same rights and bla bla bla, I think you got me, but let's go beyond that. Let's ask ourselves, if those who have a voice that can be heard over the noise don't speak up, if those who can help the ones whose voices aren't being heard don't do it, if those who are in the place to shake things up don't shake them, then who? Then why? Why have a voice if you won't use it? Why have the power to give it to someone else? Why can you help but you don't? Everyone is entitled to choose their battles and if you don't like the battles they choose, just let them anyhow. If you're so sure that what they're saying is wrong then you should also be sure that they will go unheard. But if you, only for a second, tremble upon it and think they must be silenced, then maybe there's something in you that may be fearing they're right about whatever they're deciding to speak about...


Release blitz + Review: Anything you can do, R.S. Grey

Anything you can do

Title: Anything You Can Do
Author: R.S. Grey
Release Date: Feb 2, 2017
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Lucas Thatcher has always been my enemy.

It’s been a decade since I’ve seen him, but our years on opposite coasts were less of a lasting peace and more of a temporary cease-fire. Now that we’re both back in our small town, I know Lucas expects the same old war, but I’ve changed since high school—and from the looks of it, so has he.

The arrogant boy who was my teenage rival is now a chiseled doctor armed with intimidating good looks. He is Lucas Thatcher 2.0, the new and improved version I’ll be competing with in the workplace instead of the schoolyard.

I’m not worried; I’m a doctor now too, board-certified and sexy in a white coat. It almost feels like winning will be too easy—until Lucas unveils a tactic neither of us has ever used before: sexual warfare.

The day he pushes me up against the wall and presses his lips to mine, I can’t help but wonder if he’s filling me with passion or poison. Every fleeting touch is perfect torture. With every stolen kiss, my walls crumble a little more. After all this time, Lucas knows exactly how to strip me of my defenses, but I’m in no hurry to surrender.

Knowing thy enemy has never felt so good.

I am a lover of books, chocolate, reality TV, black labs, and cold weather. Seriously, if I had it my way I would be curled up on the couch with all of those things… everyday.

I live in Texas where I spend my free time writing and reading. My favorite authors are Mindy Kaling & Jonathan Safran Foer. I’m a comedy geek and love all things “funny”. Women like Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, and Mindy Kaling are definitely the biggest inspirations for my writing, though I think my work tends to skew a bit smuttier than theirs.



R.S Grey's words were, once again, addictive

I'm a sucker for Grey's stories, they instantly draw me in and this was no different. It was fun, well written and the pace of the story is fast. I read this in a day and didn't want to put it down.

"Friction implies contact. What we have is magnetic repulsion."

Daisy, though she may seem childish, is a sassy, a bit crazy, and hilarious woman. She reminds me of R.S. Grey's previous heroine, Georgie, who is my favourite from hers. I did enjoy her thinking and she got me laughing plenty times.

"Men regularly mistake my exhausted ramblings and honest deprecation as humor and personality"

Lucas, from the very first POV of his kind of stole my heart. I won't say why, just that he was very sweet and charming.

"Can you kill someone with a kiss? I think that's what he's doing- slaying me his mouth"

I enjoyed this book very much, laughed a lot and giggled with them.

My first question towards the author after reading it was: "When are we having your next work?", junkie much? lol.

So, if you're looking for a laugh, or you enjoy an enemies-to-lovers romance, I recommend this to you.

"He tastes like a guilty pleasure, one that will undoubtedly sour once I'm alone again"

I voluntarily reviewed an Advanced Readers Copy of this book

Review: The ground beneath our feet, Leslie McAdam

The Ground Beneath Our Feet

The Ground Beneath Our Feet by Leslie McAdam

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This book speaks about subjects that matter, it's a story about self acceptance and self love. It is about overcoming your past and taking the leap for your future.

Jessica is a young woman who is diagnosed as obese and with diabetic conditions. With ghosts from her past hunting her, she always seeked comfort in food. When she finally decides to start making choices to improve her life, and she moves to Santa Barbara, she meets Mikey, a hot veterinarian who sees her, really sees her, and won't stop until he gets the answer he wants from her. But Mikey also has a past to hide. Will they be able to heal?

The premise of the story was hooking, the characters were interesting, but unfortunately, and I feel really bad about it, I couldn't quite connect with it as pretty much everyone else did. I particulary am more fond of action than inner monologue and I think that's what maybe didn't do it for me. I like being showed what happens more than I like being told, I connect more that way.

Anyhow I still love Leslie's stories and I was really happy to see her other couples make an appearance in this book! It was fun to read.

I will continue to read her stories and follow her advice to take the leap!

*I voluntarily reviewed an Advance's Readers Copy of this book*



Review: Hamlet, Shakespeare


Hamlet por William Shakespeare

Mi puntuación: 5 de 5 estrellas

Shakespeare es Shakespeare y no hay con qué ganarle.


En una gélida noche, tan funesta que el viento se vuelve mensajero de terribles presagios, Hamlet, Horacio y tres soldados se reúnen con el propósito de desentrañar el misterio en torno al espectro que ha aparecido en las últimas noches cerca del castillo. Solo hablará con Hamlet, pues esa criatura castigada a vagar por las tierras de Elsinor fue su padre, el último rey de Dinamarca. Su hermano Claudio le traicionó arrebatándole la vida, el trono y su reina. Un horrible crimen que reclama justicia.

No sé cuánto puedo decir sobre Hamlet que no haya sido dicho ya, así que voy a contarles mi experiencia con esta obra. Sencillamente me encantó y quiero volver a leerla en algún momento, con más tranquilidad. Me tocó leer en medio de la locura de la facultad y siento que me debo haber perdido la mitad de las cosas. Aún así tuvo momentos sublimes, que me hicieron reír mucho y otros en los cuales la tristeza de los personajes llegaba a mí. El lenguaje de Shakespeare es sumamente poético, pero no por ello difícil de abordar. Aunque en tiempos estamos un tanto alejados del vocabulario que se utilizaba cuando creó Hamlet, después de las primeras páginas y de recordar los nombres de los personajes, es fácil meterse en la historia, que fluye por naturaleza.

El personaje de Hamlet es absolutamente magnífico. Es brillante, incluso en sus momentos de locura, más durante ellos, diría yo. La crítica velada detrás de su sarcasmo demencial te hace reír constantemente, a la vez que pensar en lo audaz de publicar algo así durante esos tiempos. Hamlet es un héroe magnífico de leer.
Horacio es su contraparte ideal y hay mucho pesar en su figura que es sumamente interesante de observar.
El Rey Claudio es seriamente detestable, pero, aún así, un muy buen villano para la historia.

Esta tragedia tiene mucho trasfondo de crítica y reflejo de la situación que se estaba dando por la transición entre la Edad Media y la Edad Moderna, lo cual es fascinante de analizar. Aunque, sin dudas, la narrativa es lo que destaca en mayor grado de belleza acá.

Espero que se animen a leerlo ;)



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