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A review by olivyre
Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir
adventurous
challenging
dark
funny
mysterious
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
4.25
Spoilers!
The first 350 pages of this were so confusing but I was so pleased to find that it was intentionally written to confuse and that it wasn’t just me having missed multiple major plot points. The realisations were immaculately written - I had to tear a cereal box up to bookmark all the whaaaaat moments.
When we found out who the narrator was it put so much into perspective and from there to the end it was a cruise - you just have to hold on and live with the glaring plot holes for a while. They get filled in.
And as always the dialogue was very funny.
I was reading for so long that I made elbow imprints in the bed.
‘‘Nav, if you persist in making jack-off motions when I am talking, I will show you what Harrow’s kidneys look like.’
The first 350 pages of this were so confusing but I was so pleased to find that it was intentionally written to confuse and that it wasn’t just me having missed multiple major plot points. The realisations were immaculately written - I had to tear a cereal box up to bookmark all the whaaaaat moments.
When we found out who the narrator was it put so much into perspective and from there to the end it was a cruise - you just have to hold on and live with the glaring plot holes for a while. They get filled in.
And as always the dialogue was very funny.
I was reading for so long that I made elbow imprints in the bed.
‘‘Nav, if you persist in making jack-off motions when I am talking, I will show you what Harrow’s kidneys look like.’
’ That! That’s what I’m talking about,’ I said. ‘Don’t think about her kidneys. Don’t do anything with her goddamn kidneys. Get a grip. Don’t look at her blood or lick her bones or do any of the shit necromancers lie and say they don’t do the moment two of them get nasty.’
She shrugged that gold-skinned shoulder.
‘What can I say,’ she said. ‘I love a little gall on gall.’
‘Reverse everything I just told you,’ I said. ‘Let’s get married.’’