If you are Team Tamlin, this sequel is not for you. You are better off not continuing with the series. 
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 (I have written off SJM's Throne of Glass series after Queen of Shadows, because she wrote off Chaol brutally, completely. So now she has this new series, A Court of Thorns and Roses, still about Fae, and I am guessing still with a love triangle, but I still read it. ACoTaR was okay, but after my experience in loving Crown of Midnight after my lukewarm feelings over Throne of Glass, I decided I can still bet on a good story on ACoTaR's sequel. 
 I have to admit, when I saw one review saying Rhysand is all over ACoMaF, I perked up. See, there's this last scene between Feyre and Rhysand in ACoTaR that had me itching, itching to know what the heck Rhys was so freaked about when he saw Feyre. He was a High Lord of the Night Court, so why would he fear a mortal huntress such as Feyre? I want to know about that. So I read ACoMaF.) 
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 (It's been a long while since I've been consumed day and night by a book.) 
 Love - love was a balm as much as it was a poison. 
 I believe that Feyre loved Tamlin, and vice versa. The ending of A Court of Thorns and Roses left Feyre desperate, broken, spent. SJM started A Court of Mist and Fury with a reality check: Tamlin's love was a promise to protect her, but it only succeeded in isolating her, caging her, leaving her even more vulnerable with her nightmares after her stay Under The Mountain. 
 I'm thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. 
 Tamlin disappearing before I am 20% done is a clear indicator that that ship has sunk. Him entering at the last 1-2 chapters? There's the nail at Feyre-Tamlin coffin. *fist pump* so I started to hope for Rhysand's chance. I know it was like Heir of Fire all over again. Fortunately for me, for this series, I was not into Tamlin. SJM veering away from Tam to (maybe) Rhys got my seal of approval. I might even forgive her to what she did to my Captain Chaol. 
 I was a wolf. 
 And I bit when cornered. 
 Feyre's road to self-recovery and forgiveness was a harsh terrain. Nightmares, low self-worth, and (the feeling of) betrayal. Not once did I sneer at Feyre, for being weak, or when she let herself be degraded by the Spring Court. It was realistic. When she decided to push back, and shove the darkness that threaten to succumb her, I thought yes, it's time to be strong now, Feyre. You don't need another High Lord to protect you. You can protect yourself. and then some. 
 That I might be a little bit vicious or restless. That I might crave peace, but never a cage of comfort. 
 (Who run the world? Girls!) Rhys acknowledging a strong woman like Feyre is very crush-worthy. 
 It'd just been a relief to think that for a moment, he might have been as lonely as me. 
 Rhysand. He's climbing up my BBF list way faster than I'd hoped. Sure, I like bad boys, but his back story was so layered, so massively different from what was portrayed in ACoTaR, and yet, it felt justified. It's like all the hints and misses with Feyre in ACoTaR rightfully led to what was now here, in ACoMaF. And he believes in Feyre. He lets her decide, supports what she wants, and willing to damn himself just to save her. (Unlike *ahem* Tamlin *ahem*) 
 "Amren and Mor told me that the span of an Illyrian male's wings says a lot about the size of... other parts." 
 "Did they now." 
 "They also said Azriel's wings are the biggest." 
 "When we return home, let's get the measuring stick, shall we?" 
 The sexy yet purposeful bantering between Feyre and Rhys is a joy to read. Hot and heavy with promise of things to come, it was the chemistry that I was hoping for between Feyre and Tamlin in ACoTaR, but did not happen, that's why I am Team Rhysand! 
 Rhys' inner circle is the next best thing in ACoMaF. My favorite was Amren, she's an enigma! Mor, Cassian and Azriel are a riot, but knowing the sadistic histories that entangles the three, it's a surprise that they can even smile and love at all. 
 The action scenes are even better. The Bone Carver. The Weaver. The watery grave. The Court of Nightmares. The cave attack against the Hybern soldiers. The Attor in Velaris. I was salivating with so much delight on how each of these scenes packed so much punch! I say SJM is a master of writing action-packed scenes. 
 I waited for the blush, the shyness, to creep in. 
 But I was beautiful. I was strong. 
 I cannot remember being hot and bothered with Feyre and Tamlin in ACoTaR. In this sequel, I was anything BUT. Dear me, I think SJM was high when she was writing these, because Feyre and Rhys are consistently setting the pages on fire! Don't get me wrong. The first half of the book, it was just shameless flirting on Rhys' part, and Feyre is almost always ready to strangle him. But Rhys staying by Feyre's side every time she doubts herself, that paved the way for Feyre, that instead of feeling empty, Rhys is making her feel alive... and then hot.. and then really hot and bothered. You'll probably guess the rest, but isn't so much better if you read the truth? Haha! (SJM's repetitive "apex of my thighs" phrase has me rolling my eyes for a bit.) 
 The throne room scene in Hybern got me cringing, and biting my nails. I have this gut feeling it's going to end bad, bad, bad. and it did. The ending, though? It promised a completely different story of scheming and plotting. That had me sobbing because I would have to wait a year for Book 3. (I hate you, SJM.) 
 Should SJM introduce another love interest after Rhysand, I will winnow her into the Court of Nightmares. But until then, I will savor the giddiness of what ACoMaF gave to me: A broken heroine who learned to be a wolf. A love interest who sacrificed his self-worth and happiness to protect what's his. A fae world so beautifully built, and spectacularly expanded, that for sure, I will be lost in it a few weeks more after I finish (re)reading it. 
 And then-then I learned your name. Hearing you say it... it was like an answer to a question I'd been asking for five hundred years.