📚 Read: Harrow the Ninth by Tamyn Muir.
I think this book broke my brain. It’s everything I typically don’t like, and I’m still not positive I’m sure what I read, and yet I devoured it. Rather than my confusion leading to frustration, I found it propulsive. I wanted every layer of unreliable narration on top of half-overhead statements by characters on top of non-linearity shellacked onto me as I was reshaped by reading this the way Harrowhawk can reshape her own bone.
What the fuck was that?
Please get Alecto the Ninth into my hands immediately.