RECENSIONE POWERLESS DI LAUREN ROBERTS

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Titolo: Powerless
Serie: The Powerless Trilogy #1
Autrice: Lauren Roberts
Editore: Simon & Schuster
Genere: Fantasy
Pagine: 528

Data di uscita: 7 Novembre 2023
Prezzo ebook: 4,40€ | Link acquisto Amazon
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She is the very thing he’s spent his whole life hunting.

He is the very thing she’s spent her whole life pretending to be.

Only the extraordinary belong in the kingdom of Ilya—the exceptional, the empowered, the Elites. The powers these Elites have possessed for decades were graciously gifted to them by the Plague, though not all were fortunate enough to both survive the sickness and reap the reward. Those born Ordinary are just that—ordinary. And when the king decreed that all Ordinaries be banished to preserve his Elite society, lacking an ability suddenly became a crime—making Paedyn Gray a felon by fate and a thief by necessity.

Surviving in the slums as an Ordinary is no simple task, and Paedyn knows this better than most. Having been trained by her father to be keenly observant since she was a child, Paedyn poses as a Psychic in the crowded city, blending in with the Elites as best she can to stay alive and out of trouble…easier said than done.

When Paeydn unsuspectingly saves one of Ilya’s princes, she finds herself thrown into the Purging Trials. The brutal competition exists to showcase the Elites’ powers—the very thing Paedyn lacks. If the Trials and the opponents within them don’t kill her, the prince she’s fighting feelings for certainly will if he discovers what she is…completely Ordinary.

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La serie 'The Powerless Trilogy' è così composta:

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When Lauren Roberts isn’t writing about fantasy worlds and bantering love interests, she can likely be found burrowed in bed reading about them. Lauren has lived in Michigan her whole life, making her very familiar with potholes, snow, and various lake activities. She has the hobbies of both a grandmother and a child, i.e., knitting, laser tag, hammocking, word searches, and coloring. She’s the author of Powerless, and she hopes to have the privilege of writing pretty words for the rest of her life. If you enjoy ranting, reading, and writing, Lauren can be found on both TikTok and Instagram @laurenrobertslibrary for your entertainment.

recensione

Nel mondo di Paedyn Gray coloro che non hanno poteri alla nascita, i cosiddetti Ordinari, non possono vivere. Vengono letteralmente uccisi. E tutti coloro che cercheranno di nasconderli avranno la stessa fine. Chi si occuperà di questo? Kai. Kai è un Elite figlio del re, colui che ha uno dei più importanti poteri, capire se le persone hanno o meno un potere ed incanalarlo per utilizzarlo a sua volta.

‘Hide your feelings, hide your fear, and most importantly, hide behind your facade. No one can know, Paedy. Trust no one and nothing but your instincts.’

Il destino a volte è davvero bizzarro, perché a causa di varie vicissitudini Paedyn si ritroverà a salvare il caro principe dal Silenziatore. Ovvero coloro che hanno il potere di annullare tutti gli altri poteri. Ma questo salvataggio sarà anche la sua rovina, perché da lì a poco si ritroverà iscritta al torneo, dove ci sarà un solo vincitore. E dove la morte può trovarti in ogni prova.

‘Hey, look at me, alright? Don’t look at her, look right at me.’ Kai’s hands are still gently holding my face when I slide my gaze back to his, trying to focus on something other than the death in front of me. Except, the prince himself seems to be death incarnate, a wielded weapon.
‘Focus on my eyes. I know how much you like to stare into them.’ His gray gaze sparkles with amusement, and the corner of his lips kick up while my own mouth falls open. He knows me well enough to know that I’m about to start telling him off in response to that little comment, so he presses a finger to my lips before I get the chance.
‘Focus on the dimples you try to convince yourself you hate, even though I know you look for them every time I smile.’ Sure enough, his grin spreads, and my traitorous eyes flick to the dimples framing it.
The thumb he runs over my bottom lip has my eyes dragging from his dimples to meet his gaze. ‘Focus on my lips.’ His voice is a murmur, a caress like the fingers brushing my face and mouth. ‘Don’t be shy, I know this wouldn’t be the first time.’
My eyes drift to his lips, trailing over the sensuous curve of them. He’s so very easy to look at, to admire. Everything about him is annoyingly alluring, distracting so easily—
Distracting.
When my eyes light up with the realization of what he is doing, his slight smirk tells me I’m correct. This calculating boy just distracted me from a dead body using nothing but himself to do so.

Inutile dirvi che fin dal primo incontro tra i due succederà qualcosa che li porterà ad essere sempre più attratti gli uni dagli altri. Ma entrambi hanno dei segreti che li allontanerà sempre più fino a diventare dei veri e propri nemici.

Slowly, so damn slowly, she lets her fingers slide over my skin, heavier than before. A single touch has never made me feel so on fire. And she knows exactly what she is doing. She knows that barely feeling her at all will drive me mad in a way I can’t explain, in a way I’ve never felt before. ‘You’re a cruel little thing, you know that?’ My voice is deep, desperate.
‘But I’ve barely laid a finger on you,’ she says softly, emphasizing her words with a single finger tracing up my forearm.
‘Exactly.’
Maybe I did it on purpose. Maybe I chose to distract her because I knew she was too stubborn to not do the same to me. Maybe I did it all just because I wanted her hands on me too. Because it was an excuse for me to hold her, for her to hold me. And now that she isn’t, I’m craving her touch. Craving her.
I fire the arrow, not bothering to wait and see where it lands before I’ve thrown my bow to the ground, spun around, and gripped her wrists instead. I pull her towards me, staring into her startled eyes. Her lips part, either in surprise or because she’s about to tell me off, I’m not sure.
‘Don’t,’ I pause, swallow, exhale slowly, ‘play with me like that.’

Quello che però si ritroveranno a vivere, non dipende da loro, ma da un passato che li segnerà per sempre, dove intrighi, ribelli, soppressioni, torture, allenamenti, dolori, solitudini e soprattutto mancanza di amore, faranno da sfondo.

‘Your smile.’ I cut him off before his offer can tempt me. ‘I like when you truly smile. When you’re not wearing the mask of the future Enforcer or the prince, and you simply allow me to see you. It’s a smile I wish you would share with me more often.’
I swallow and fall silent. That was not at all what I intended to tell him, and yet, that doesn’t make it any less true. At the sight of that smile, it’s easy to forget who he is and what he does. At the sight of that smile, I see a boy instead of the king’s deadly pawn. At the sight of that smile, I see someone who is more than a friend instead of someone who would kill me if they knew what I am.
And suddenly, that smile is sounding very dangerous.
‘Even with my stupid dimples, you still like my smile?’ Kai’s words are soft, slightly breathless, and my answer is equally so.
‘Even with your stupid dimples, Azer.’
His lips twitch into a variation of that smile I shouldn’t be seeking out, though it’s softer than the ones I’ve seen before.

Ho davvero adorato questo romanzo, non quanto per le scene che mi hanno tenuta con il fiato sospeso, quando per i protagonisti, che ad ogni incontrano si ritrovano a scoprire e a donarsi. Donare e condividere tutto. Nel bene e nel male. Portandoli sempre più a dipendere gli uni dall’altri.

‘Too many,’ Kai sighs, shaking his head. ‘It was mostly me with the broken bones and injuries, though not all of them were due to Kitt’s brilliant ideas.’ He pauses. ‘Most were from my training. Especially when I was learning to use a Healer’s ability.’
When his words sink in, I stiffen. ‘You don’t mean…’ I trail off before trying again. ‘You didn’t have to—’
‘Yes, I did,’ he says simply, looking me right in the eyes. ‘I had to break my bones and then heal them. Or sometimes I’d be sliced open with a sword and have to learn how to stitch my own skin back together.’
He says this so casually that I can’t even begin to imagine the horrors he has been forced through. ‘How do you not hate him?’ I whisper.
Silence stretches between us.
The small smile he wears is sad. ‘Because he made me strong.’
He says this far too calmly, and I want to shake him of his cool composure. It doesn’t matter how strong the king made him. The prince before me has been nothing but a pawn created by the man he calls Father. The thought makes me sick, makes me want to scream.
And yet, I understand.
His words strike me, hitting home. Our lives seem to share sad similarities, unfortunate fates. Both our childhoods consisted of training to become what we had to be, neither of us growing up the way we wished. Except, the fathers who raised us couldn’t be more different – one doing everything out of love, the other out of greed.
People aren’t born strong; they’re made that way. And the prince and I know that better than most.

Kai è meraviglioso, dolce e spietato, bellissimo e nello stesso tempo timido, amorevole verso tutti coloro che ama. Paedyn dall’altra parte cercherà di sopravvivere e di ottenere quella vendetta che l’ha privata di tutto.

She’s scared. Scared of whatever it is between us. She always has been. That’s why she chose to be my enemy, my rival, rather than let herself feel – which is something I’m not accustomed to myself.
I blame her for it. Blame her for cracking my carefully crafted mask, shattering it to pieces when she is around. I’ve never felt so much, never feared so much. But if I must endure the consequences that feeling something for her brings, then so does she.
It’s like a tangible tether between us, this consuming connection. I will her to meet my eyes, and when they do—
Sparks. Electricity.
Everything beautiful, everything bold, everything breathtaking – that is what I feel in her gaze.
That, and terrified. Terrified of what she is doing to me. She is a vision, a nightmare, a dream.
A grim reaper clad in black, come to steal my soul and my heart.
I’ve never seen something so beautiful, so bold, so blatantly wrong for me.
She is a devil. She is a deity.
She is a man’s downfall in human form. She is my downfall.
Then her eyes drift to Kitt. The connection snaps.
And I’m left feeling empty besides the jealousy growing inside of me. Why did I ever think I could have her, ever think she would have me? Because beasts don’t get the beauty.

Io ve lo stra consiglio, tra l’altro uscirà a breve in Italia grazie alla Newton Compton Editori, quindi forza! Andate ad effettuare il preordine! Come sempre vi abbraccio,

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