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Book recommendations

All the books I love could never in a million years be decided down to the small number of 5 but these are all pretty good :)




Daughter of the Forest- Juliet Marillier. This book is a play on the fairytale of the sixth swans or whatever it's called. Basically she's the seventh daughterof the seventh daughter. Her mother is dead, her father is bewitched and remarries. The woman curses her and her brothers to turn them to swans but Sorcha is protected so she doesn't turn. In order to turn her brothers back she has to make shirts for them out of a prickly plant that ruins her hands and she has been told that if she speaks, the shirts won't work. So she has a deadline to accomplish her mission, brothers to save, a man to fall in love with, a contending country to impress and she can't speak. Great book. Warning though, there's a small part after her brothers are changed and she has run away that she gets attacked and raped I think. I can't remember how detailed that part is.



Persuasion – Jane Austen. My favorite Jane Austen!



Mystic and Rider – Sharon Shinn. This story is probably my favorite fantasy in the WORLD. It's about a woman who has magic, fire I think. Anyway she's been sent by a king to see how the south kingdoms feel about a possible revolution (the king has only one heir, seeimingly unfit to rule) and about "mystics" - magic users, they aren't really looked on well. Their group is formed out of Senneth (the fire mystic), two of the kings close guards, two other mystics who shape shift, and a boy who is also a mystic.



The Summoner – Gail Martin. SO GOOD!!! Martris Drayke is the younger prince and never wanted the throne. His father's first son from a previous marriage is set to rule but he's EVIL. The king remarried and his new wife bore Martris "Tris" and his sister. Tris sees his half brother kill the king and escapes with his life and a few loyal friends. He finds out he is the magical heir of his grandmother, the last known Summoner, someone who can speak with the spirits of the dead. He isn't a necromancer but he speaks to and enlists spirits and others on his quest to free his country from Jared's evil reign. Jared has the help of an evil sorcerer, who is also a vayash moru (what Gail Martin has called vampires). But Tris is helped by an ex mercenary who has his own secrets - Vahanian (So awesome <3); Kiara, princess of a neighboring kingdom, taught to fight since she was young who is searching for a cure for her father's mysterious illness, Kiara's cousin Carina, a powerful healer; and a bunch more wonderfully crafted characters. A fabulous read. Currently reading the third book.




Ella Enchanted – Gail Carson Levine. Twist on Cinderella, so cute. This book has been on my favorites list since elementary school!

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