Rebel of the Sands has been on my TBR list since July 2015, according to my Goodreads account.
I found my copy in the bargain section of Barnes & Noble. Rarely are there young adult books over that way, but the store near my house has a section for these little beauties now. I threw this one in my basket last minute while walking to the register a few weeks ago.
I've been caught up at work, forgetting that my job is just a job and that I have a life outside of it. I keep forgetting that reading makes me feel whole. I needed a little reminder that there is a world out there full of excitement and magic.
I was drawn to Rebel of the Sands. I was drawn in from the first sentence, and I'm not sure how I would have felt about this story a year ago. I'm not sure if I would have needed it the way I needed it recently. Books always have a way of finding me when I'm furthest from them.
This story has everything I want: a badass sharpshooter and magical creatures. Train chases and secret worlds. Rebellion and sibling love.
And this quote: "Being born doesn't make a single soul important. But you were important when I met you, that girl who dressed as a boy, who taught herself to shoot true, who dreamed and saved and wanted so badly. That girl was someone who had made herself matter."
I did not know how much I needed to read that until I did.
It's been so long since I've been on an adventure, a serious one. One where the stakes were high and characters I loved were not safe. One that made me race through the pages while characters raced over rooftops.
It was what I needed.