I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken. Tamed. 
 In which: Feyre becomes even more badass, while realistically dealing with post-traumatic stress and nursing a broken heart. If, like me, you didn't particularly like A Court of Thorns and Roses but was just mildly curious to see how the sequel turned out, you'll be in for an unexpected surprise. 
 A Court of Mist and Fury is rife with exciting plot twists that live in the gray, simmering passion, readable prose, and fantastically complex characters. Maas further fleshes out the world of Prythian and the tensions that exist between the different Fae territories and more details on cultural practices, including some that were unfortunately (but sadly realistically) misogynistic. It is everything a YA (or borderline YA/adult, if we're being technical) fantasy novel should be, despite my deep dislike for Fae high-fantasy. 
 There are still issues, like corny dialogue; over-dramatic scenes that read like a soap opera; characters that are a little too good versus evil; and that odd tendency authors who dabble in human/fantasy creature literature have to idolize the fantasy creature to the point where it is slightly disturbing. However, these are fairly minor and far outweighed by how entertaining and brilliant the growth of and relationships between the characters were. But I have to give it to Maas: whenever you see an oddity relating to plot (like why is Rhys trying so hard with Feyre when she's an absolute bitch to him 95% of the time), there will be an explanation for it later. And one that you don't foresee. 
 The ending, however, was fairly predictable, but I just didn't care, I'm so excited to see what happens next.