I’m incredibly honored to a part of the blog tour for The Star-Touched Queen, the beautiful debut title for Roshani Chokshi. Today I have a review and an excerpt for you from the book (!!!!). Let me know in comments what you think!
Novel: The Star-Touched Queen by Roshani Chokshi | Goodreads
Release Date: April 26th, 2016
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press
The Star-Touched Queen is a lush and vivid standalone debut young adult fantasy that seamlessly weaves the Greek myth of Hades and Persephone with Indian folklore. Featuring a smart, independent anti-princess who must take her place as queen and a forbidden romance that defies the odds, debut author Roshani Chokshi pairs beautiful writing with a thrilling pace and compulsive plot, using her own Filipino and Indian heritage to create a culturally diverse and vividly imagined world.
Fate and fortune. Power and passion. What does it take to be the queen of a kingdom when you’re only seventeen?
Maya is cursed. With a horoscope that promises a marriage of Death and Destruction, she has earned only the scorn and fear of her father’s kingdom. Content to follow more scholarly pursuits, her whole world is torn apart when her father, the Raja, arranges a wedding of political convenience to quell outside rebellions. Soon Maya becomes the queen of Akaran and wife of Amar. Neither roles are what she expected: As Akaran’s queen, she finds her voice and power. As Amar’s wife, she finds something else entirely: Compassion. Protection. Desire…
But Akaran has its own secrets — thousands of locked doors, gardens of glass, and a tree that bears memories instead of fruit. Soon, Maya suspects her life is in danger. Yet who, besides her husband, can she trust? With the fate of the human and Otherworldly realms hanging in the balance, Maya must unravel an ancient mystery that spans reincarnated lives to save those she loves the most…including herself.
From an incredibly fresh voice, Roshani Chokshi’s THE STAR-TOUCHED QUEEN is a beautifully written standalone novel that will enchant young adult and fantasy readers until the last page.
When I got The Star-Touched Queen, I screeched. Literally. Screeched.
When I finished it, I screeched again, but this time out of sheer love and adoration and a tumble of emotions. ((I also have no coherent thoughts, so I deeply apologize for the rest of this review.))
If you love fantasy and romance and mythology, go get this book now. As a lover of all of those things, it was everything I could want in a book and more. Maya and Amar are my loves and I want them to stay together until the end of time and this book put me through the wringer. The plot broke me multiple times and had me wanting to throw the book at the wall, but also made me almost cry with beauty. The world Chokshi builds in this book is truly magical and I never wanted to leave.
I also got some intense Alice in Wonderland vibes from the book, so if you’re a fellow Alice fan, this book could definitely appeal to you. It features weird creatures, multiple worlds, falling into holes, and a STRONG imagination that I loved. While reading, I felt like my brain was stretching to comprehend the world Chokshi created, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
Sadly, this book is a standalone so I won’t get more of Maya and Amar *cries* but I hear there’s a companion novel in the works, so I’m eager to see who it features.
Roshani Chokshi, you get a standing ovation from me. Just. YES.
Chapter 2: LESSONS IN SILENCE
The archives were cut like honeycombs and golden light clung to them, dousing every tome, painting, treatise and poem the soft gold of ghee freshly skimmed from boiling butter. I was only allowed to visit once a week—to meet with my weekly tutor before I inevitably scared him away. Every time I left the archival room, my arms brimmed with parchment paper. I loved the feeling of discovery, of not knowing how much I wanted something until I had discovered its absence.
The week before, I had lost myself in the folktales of Bharata. Stories of elephants who spun clouds, shaking tremors loose from ancient trunks gnarled with the rime of lost cyclones, whirlwinds and thunderstorms. Myths of frank-eyed naga women twisting ser- pentine, flashing smiles full of uncut gemstones. Legends of a world beneath, above, beside the one I knew—where trees bore edible gems and no one would think twice about a girl with dark skin and a darker horoscope. I wanted it to be real so badly that sometimes I thought I could see the Otherworld. Sometimes, if I closed my eyes and pressed my toes into the ground, I could al- most sense them sinking into the loam of some other land, a dream demesne where the sky cleaved in two and the earth was sutured with a magic that could heal hearts, mend bones, change lives. (more…)