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Moderate: Child abuse, Child death, Confinement, Death, Emotional abuse, Grief, Murder, Fire/Fire injury, Classism
Graphic: Child abuse, Death, Emotional abuse, Toxic relationship, Violence, Blood, Medical content, Grief, Death of parent, Murder, War, Injury/Injury detail
Frey is back, juggling revolution, identity crises, and a soap-opera-level tangle of relationships. I felt her internal struggle deeplyâbeing surgically altered to look like a boring citizen while trying to stay undercover in her fatherâs dystopian surveillance hellscape? Thatâs not just trauma; thatâs aesthetic trauma. Col gets a face swap too, and watching Frey adjust to the "new him" gave me delicious secondhand dysmorphia. Zura is a walking weapon with the emotional range of a brick wallâperfect. Demeter? Oh, you mean Miss Tea Party Turncoat Spy. Iconic. Even the side characters like Jax (a snarky smuggler with the flair of a Victorian antiques dealer) added memorable quirks. Their relationships, especially the awkward dance of romantic tension and buried grief, felt complex and real. I mean, who among us hasnât kissed someone while being tracked by AI dust?
Shreve is Big Brother meets Pinterest cyberpunk. The surveillance dust is creepy in the best way, and I was completely immersed in the layered world of AI dictatorships, resistance graffiti, and secret identity-swapping. Westerfeld gave me grungy train stations, rooftop pursuits, nuclear-carbon conspiracy bunkers, and rain-soaked alleys full of teenage anarchists playing spy games with badges like itâs PokĂ©mon GO. The atmosphere wasnât just mood-settingâit was the mood. I could practically feel the paranoia in my bones.
Westerfeldâs prose is slickâsometimes a little too slick. There were moments when the language leaned a bit too hard into YA quirkiness, like the characters all got their PhDs in banter. But hey, Iâm not mad about it. The narration struck a nice balance between introspection and action, and the dialogue always popped. Still, I had a few eye-rolls when the metaphors got too on-the-nose. (âYour public display of affection has made others on the train look awayââokay, Shreve AI, chill.)
Itâs a stealth mission, a rescue op, a heist, and a revolution all rolled into one, and yet somehow still managed to feel like it was treading water in the middle. The wingsuit infiltration into Shreve? Epic. Denial-of-attention cyber attacks coordinated by teenage cliques? Hilarious and terrifying. But there were stretches where it felt like the plot paused to let Frey do some dramatic sighing and question her facial symmetry. The twists hit, but I wouldnât call them jaw-droppingâmore like âoh yeah, that tracks.â It wrapped up with enough punch to make me want the next book, though.
The constant surveillance paranoia had me fully hooked. The stakes always felt realâespecially when a literal breath or wrong glance could blow their cover. I tore through pages because I had to know whoâd betray whom next, who was secretly working for Rafi, and whether Col would finally stop being a beautiful sad boy and just talk to Frey like a human. Also: hidden messages in public graffiti? A girl named Sara spewing anarchist slang like a caffeinated oracle? Sign me up.
Okay, letâs talk worldbuilding. I bought into the dust, the merit system, the camo-surge identity techâbut donât ask me how any of it actually works. There were a few logic-hiccups, like how thousands of citizens are participating in resistance without the AI catching on, yet it still docks merits for bad posture. The relationships, though? Spiky and layered. Frey and Colâs post-surgery identity struggles were poignant. Demeterâs double life was juicy. But some dynamics (especially Zuraâs trust calculus and Riggsâ motivations) felt undercooked or conveniently shifted to serve plot needs.
Did I enjoy the ride? Hell yes. Between the body-hacking espionage, dystopian angst, and back-alley black market shenanigans, Mirrorâs Edge delivered a satisfyingly chaotic meal. Iâd recommend it to anyone who likes their sci-fi sharp and a little petty. Will I reread it? Probably not. But will I read the next one? With popcorn.
Graphic: Body horror, Violence, Murder
Moderate: Confinement, Emotional abuse, Gun violence, Grief, Gaslighting, Dysphoria, Classism
Minor: Cursing, Mental illness, Toxic relationship, Alcohol
Graphic: Body horror, Child abuse, Confinement, Death, Gore, Gun violence, Toxic relationship, Violence, Blood, Vomit, Medical content, Kidnapping, Grief, Mass/school shootings, Medical trauma, Death of parent, Murder, Gaslighting, Dysphoria, War, Injury/Injury detail