a great mix of academia x cottagecore vibes, with fantasy meeting science. sapphics set in 18th/19th century france! animal friends! what's not to love?
It's been a while since a book gripped me this much! It was a completely different plot from what i had imagined (more of the set-up to that plot), but i loved the story nonetheless, and i cannot wait for the rest of the series!!! I have fallen in love with these characters and i will be living vicariously through them, thank yew. I think the story/writing is very atmospheric and i really enjoyed the pacing as well. apparently (reading other reviews) everyone went into this counting on a "beauty and beast" retelling - but i did not; i only noticed halfway through - i would argue that it borrows many elements, but i don't know if it counts as a strict retelling - which i prefer, tbqh! also if you love to piece together the mystery before the MC, this is perfect for you (get it together, celeste!!) The biggest downside on this book, imo, is although the woman and queer representation is great, there is a lack of other types of rep. I hope this gets better in future installments of the series.
a messy, sometimes uncomfortable, portrayal of queerness and figuring yourself out. sad to see that many of the low ratings come from this being "problematic" - when it just isn't your clean-cut, friendly-easy-read queer story. "we are totally normal" represents (some of) the horrible, messy, confusing, closed-circle-thought-trains bits and parts of figuring yourself out admist internalized homophobia. there's a lot of conversations about broadening what type of queer stories get told and this is one of those messy queer stories that should be out there.
the first few chapters have weird pacing, but as the author set up the scene to explore the book's themes, i think it got better
Sami and I emerge from the bathroom at dawn, just as Teta is fixing herself a cup of tea and settling into her easy chair. She motions me over, and I pull away from Sami and come. “You remind me of someone I used to know.” Teta runs her hands over my fade and through the short curls on top. I bow my head under her hands. “I couldn’t do it anymore, Teta.” “My storm of the storms.” She tips the top of my head toward her and kisses it. “You never had to try.”