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A review by virsamajor
Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo
4.0
"[...] he could never shake the thought that he was seeing only one world when there might be many, that there were lost places, maybe even lost people who might come to life for him if he just squinted hard enough or found the right magic words. Books, with their promises of enchanted doorways and secret places, only made it worse."
4.5, I think. Read it in 2 days*, so still processing. I was wary after reviewing the trigger warnings—and they are warranted—but once pulled into the shadowy world of Ninth House, there was no going back. No regrets.
"He wanted to look back to make sure that Alex was still there, but he’d read enough stories to know you never looked back on your way out of hell."
Alex. Darlington. Dawes. Mercy. Turner. North. The iron-core drive for survival, the cold resilience; the desperate yearning for more secrets, more knowledge, more magic; the conviction to seek answers, see justice. I found the intertwining of their stories and motivations very compelling.
"Your clothes, your car, the music pumping from it, were supposed to tell people who you were. Here it was like someone had filed down all of the serial numbers, wiped away the fingerprints. Who are you? Alex would sometimes think, looking at another girl in a navy peacoat, pale face like a waning moon beneath a wool cap, ponytail lying like a dead animal over her shoulder. Who are you?"
~
“Thank you.” Alex winked. “Now we can be friends again.”
“Psycho.”
“So I hear,” said Alex. But crazy survived.
*I almost feel guilty reading books so quickly when I know what a labor they are to create, but as usual with Leigh Bardugo, I find myself reluctant to walk away mid-tale.
4.5, I think. Read it in 2 days*, so still processing. I was wary after reviewing the trigger warnings—and they are warranted—but once pulled into the shadowy world of Ninth House, there was no going back. No regrets.
"He wanted to look back to make sure that Alex was still there, but he’d read enough stories to know you never looked back on your way out of hell."
Alex. Darlington. Dawes. Mercy. Turner. North. The iron-core drive for survival, the cold resilience; the desperate yearning for more secrets, more knowledge, more magic; the conviction to seek answers, see justice. I found the intertwining of their stories and motivations very compelling.
"Your clothes, your car, the music pumping from it, were supposed to tell people who you were. Here it was like someone had filed down all of the serial numbers, wiped away the fingerprints. Who are you? Alex would sometimes think, looking at another girl in a navy peacoat, pale face like a waning moon beneath a wool cap, ponytail lying like a dead animal over her shoulder. Who are you?"
~
“Thank you.” Alex winked. “Now we can be friends again.”
“Psycho.”
“So I hear,” said Alex. But crazy survived.
*I almost feel guilty reading books so quickly when I know what a labor they are to create, but as usual with Leigh Bardugo, I find myself reluctant to walk away mid-tale.