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Gunmetal Magic
by Ilona Andrews
I came down with tonsillitis and a head cold, one after the other, during my reading of Gunmetal Magic, and while I'm not saying the reading experience was bad enough to lower my immune system's defences, I'm not NOT saying that either.
I'm joking. Mostly.
At the risk of repeating myself, Andrea Nash is quite possibly the worst character to dedicate a full-length novel to in this universe. She's too like Kate Daniels in occupation, tragic backstory and romance to distinguish herself, and it makes this outing feel so insubstantial by default. It doesn't help that its plagued by misogynistic pitfalls like with the needless introduction of Rebecca, Raphael's new love interest (but not really): described as unbelievably beautiful but vain, and of course, an idiot, because there will always be a subset of people that NEED to believe this about people they think are better looking than them. Especially with women. Then there's just the regular storytelling fumbles like how Andrea just decides she's sick of feeling shame about her beastkin form in the span of one otherwise unremarkable scene with Raphael early in the book . . . and that's basically it. What even is the point of the rest of the book? Getting back together with Raphael, a side-character at best, isn't exactly novel-length worthy.
This really should have been Dali's book. There, I said it.
I'm joking. Mostly.
At the risk of repeating myself, Andrea Nash is quite possibly the worst character to dedicate a full-length novel to in this universe. She's too like Kate Daniels in occupation, tragic backstory and romance to distinguish herself, and it makes this outing feel so insubstantial by default. It doesn't help that its plagued by misogynistic pitfalls like with the needless introduction of Rebecca, Raphael's new love interest (but not really): described as unbelievably beautiful but vain, and of course, an idiot, because there will always be a subset of people that NEED to believe this about people they think are better looking than them. Especially with women. Then there's just the regular storytelling fumbles like how Andrea just decides she's sick of feeling shame about her beastkin form in the span of one otherwise unremarkable scene with Raphael early in the book . . . and that's basically it. What even is the point of the rest of the book? Getting back together with Raphael, a side-character at best, isn't exactly novel-length worthy.
This really should have been Dali's book. There, I said it.