It happens at the start of every November: the Scorpio Races. Riders attempt to keep hold of their water horses long enough to make it to the finish line. Some riders live. Others die.The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater
At age nineteen, Sean Kendrick is the returning champion. He is a young man of few words, and if he has any fears, he keeps them buried deep, where no one else can see them.
Puck Connolly is different. She never meant to ride in the Scorpio Races. But fate hasn’t given her much of a chance. So she enters the competition — the first girl ever to do so. She is in no way prepared for what is going to happen.
Published October 18th 2011 by Scholastic Press
Guys, you'd be mad not to read this book or rather to pass up a book like this. This book is... utterly MAGICAL, inspiring, life-changing and oh-so beautiful in every way I swear I still am all teary while writing this review. I cant find the perfect words to best describe what I am feeling right now, my heart is swelling with emotions. I didn't want it to end. It's not often a book like this comes your way that will totally blow your mind. EPIC! I know this review will never ever do this book justice. So excuse me while I ramble on and on about this book.
The very first line:
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.
TO be honest, I already knew Maggie Stiefvater from her series The Wolves of Mercy Falls (Shiver). But I never had the chance to read it I don't even have the copy of that but after reading this book, I must have all of this woman's right in my bookshelf. I want her beautiful and enchanting words surround me. I want to feel like this all the time.. I was enraptured by her writing, it's not all the time you encounter a writing like her, like it's dusted with fairydust and right when you open the book you'll be under-spell and you will be lost in the story straight away and it will feel like you're there in Thisby and the Scorpio sea.. It felt so real I could hear the waves, the noise of the hooves and bells, and smell the briny ocean breeze. *sighs* All of a sudden I dream of having a house in an island far away from everything with a cute pony or rather a horse for a pet and a loner mysterious boy named Sean by my side.....
And the next thing you'll know, you're in deep shit.
Because it'll be a little too late...... to stop yourself from reading it. (So I suggest you guys read it on your day off lol)
I have never enjoyed a book as much as I enjoyed The Scorpio Races. Ms Maggie takes us to a world where myth comes to life, INCREDIBLY crafted into something remarkable and original. These well-defined main characters, Sean Kendrick and Kate "Puck" Connolly are amazing. Why? Because Puck is the most enjoyable and loveable protagonist ever. Sean because he's character is so intriguing and mysterious that I want more of him. Also the supporting characters were just as good. Oh and lets not forget Corr, the water horse or the "capall uisce" The mythical and magical creatures that rise out of the ocean...
These are not ordinary horses. Drape them with charms, hide them from the sea, but today, on the beach: Do not turn your back. Some of the horses have lathered. Froth drips down their lips and chests, looking like sea foam, hiding the teeth that will tear into men later.
They are beautiful and deadly, loving us and hating us.
Perfect plot twist. I was wondering how is the author going to pull it off and I was dying with anticipation, it almost killed me.
Rich setting, and beautiful prose. Everything about this book is just perfect and beauty, and that ending, God. It's just sooo good that when I finished it I almost stand and give her my applause. I want to tell you more but you just have to read this! I fell in love with The Scorpio Races and I really do hope that you will too. I recommend this to everyone!
People say my brothers would be lost without me, but really, I’d be lost without them. - Puck
All of a sudden she smells overwhelmingly of the sea. Not of the beach, which is what most people think is the odor of the sea. Not of seaweed, or of salt, but of your head beneath the surface, breathing water, lungs full of the ocean. The iron has no effect as we pelt toward the water.
I’d been very annoyed, because she’d promised me one of Palsson’s cinnamon twists, which sold out very quickly. I’m a bit ashamed to recall that I told Brian that if he died and kept me from my cinnamon twist, I’d spit on his grave. I don’t know if he remembers it at all, since he’d seemed very focused on breathing through a cup made of his hands. I hope he doesn’t, because my character’s improved a lot since then. Nowadays I would’ve onlythought the spitting part instead of saying it to his face.
Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat
“Boys,” she says, “just aren’t very good at being afraid.”
You guys should also read the Author's Note at the end because it is really really interesting how this book was made and her inspiration from writing it.