Of course I only started reading Cinder (by Marissa Meyer) because I heard it was a re-telling of the classic Cinderella story, and eventhou the movies that have flooded the teather lately haven’t interested me at all… curiosity won.
And I’m glad it did. I was great!
Of course, I might be bias. After all, I’m a terrible fan of sci-fy and all this quirky references to classic stories kind of mellow me by reminding me of my childhood… all that might be true, but i still loved it.
The play on the lost shoe was one of my favorites. Lost shoe, lost foot. No difference, right?
All these old thing, mixed with all these new things.
And cruel stepmother with two daghters that are alwas treated to better things relying on the hard-work of an orphan. Old.
A cyborg that seems to be immune to a world-wide plague, with brain interface and ID chips and med-androids. New.
Another of my favorite things is that this Emperor is more commited to the well-being of his people than to what he might or moght not feel for the girl and that makes him great man in my book.
When everything is said and done… Cinder has only herself to get out of the mess she’s in. As it should be.
Soon, the whole world would be searching for her -Linh Cinder.
A deformed cyborg with a missing foot.
A Lunar with a stolen identity.
A mechanich with no one to run to, nowhere to go.
But they would be looking for a ghost.
Now I’m onto the next one… Scarlet. Very likely I’ll end up reading even the tiny stories that divulge the most mundane secrets of these characters, and every little thing to do with the Lunar Chronicles (as this series is called) Honestly.