Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts

Thursday, April 16, 2026

REVIEW: This Kingdom Will Not Kill Me by Ilona Andrews (4-Stars)

 

I’m not a romantasy reader — I’m a sci‑fi reader who noticed this book when it was on NetGalley because the premise had promise. And it turns out the book isn’t romantasy at all. It’s a competence fantasy wrapped in ancient technology and identity reconstruction.

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A story about competence, arrested development, and the long road back to choosing yourself.

I didn’t expect This Kingdom Will Not Kill Me to be a book about identity reconstruction, but that’s exactly what it is. Maggie isn’t a chosen one; she’s a woman whose life stalled at sixteen after a catastrophic breakup, who spent the next nine years drifting through the gig economy, undervaluing herself, and quietly shrinking from her own potential. When she’s dropped into Rellas, she doesn’t suddenly become magical — she becomes competent, and the world responds to that competence like it’s a superpower.

That’s the real magic of Book 1.

Maggie negotiates with mercenaries, frees enslaved children, recruits one of the deadliest knights in the kingdom, and disposes of bodies in what might be a river monster or might be a piece of ancient biological waste‑processing tech. She thwarts a serial killer. She dies — repeatedly — and is resurrected by whatever ancient system is still running under the skin of this world, a “magic” that feels more like automated repair protocols than divine intervention. She builds a household from nothing. She makes allies. She makes enemies. She survives. And she does all of this while still thinking of herself as “average,” “plain,” “middling.” She hasn’t caught up to the fact that she’s the protagonist of her own life.

And in the middle of all this, the book keeps dropping in these fabulous square pastries — flaky, sweet, portable — and Maggie, being from Austin, immediately recognizes the vibe. They’re kolaches by another name. It’s a tiny detail, but it’s doing real work: it grounds her, reminds her (and us) that she had a life before Rellas, and that she’s carrying pieces of that life with her even as she’s forced to reinvent herself. It’s one of the few sensory bridges between the world she left and the world she’s trying to survive.

The book knows this. The world knows this. Maggie doesn’t — not yet.

And that’s where the men come in.

Because yes, the men are absurdly good‑looking. Comically good‑looking. Ramond, Reynald, Solentine, Severin — every one of them is described with the kind of detail usually reserved for the cover model of a romantasy paperback. Meanwhile, the women are framed entirely differently — not as objects of desire, but as fully realized adults with mastery. Clover is tall and “average,” sure, but she’s also an elite lady’s maid, costurier, hair and makeup artist, etiquette encyclopedia, and household COO rolled into one. Shana is a former knight who can swing a mace, command a kitchen, and produce pastries that could probably start a small religion. These women aren’t decorative; they’re the backbone of the world. They’re what competence looks like when it’s lived, not fantasized.

This isn’t male gaze. It’s a narrative trick.

The men aren’t romantic prizes. They’re archetypes — masks, roles, life paths. They’re the versions of adulthood Maggie never chose for herself. Each one represents a different future she could have had if she’d ever believed she deserved one. The fact that they’re beautiful is almost beside the point; it’s shorthand for “this is a fantasy of possibility,” not “this is a fantasy of romance.”

And the masks matter. Book 1 ends with a cascade of unmaskings: Ramond revealing his intentions, Reynald revealing his emotional investment, Solentine revealing his lineage and long game, Severin revealing his leverage and ruthlessness. Everyone has been pretending to be someone else. Everyone except Maggie, who still hasn’t learned how to pretend — or how to choose.

Her kidnapping at the end isn’t a romantic twist; it’s the culmination of her reactive nature. She still sacrifices herself for others. She still doesn’t see her own value. She still hasn’t claimed her agency. Book 2 is going to force that reckoning.

And then there’s the magic — or rather, the “magic.”

Rellas is a four‑millennia‑old society sitting on top of ancient systems it no longer understands. The Eight Families’ powers behave like genetic access keys. The Strelka behaves like a biotech guardian. The river creature that eats bodies behaves like a maintenance system. The mage blasting a meteorite with a laser is not fantasy; it’s physics. The world is running on decayed infrastructure, and the people inside it have mythologized the user interface.

Book 1 only shows us six of the Eight Great Families. We get the warrior families — Arvel’s Enduring Flame, Everard’s Fatefire, Bors’ Rageglow, Savaric’s Exultant Call — and two non‑warrior families, Hreban’s Mirror Heart and Yolenta’s Gold Glean. The other two Great Families are conspicuously absent, and that absence is not an oversight. It’s a promise. Their magic is either subtle, dangerous, or plot‑critical, and the authors are saving them for when Maggie is ready to understand them.

Which brings me back to Maggie.

Book 1 isn’t about romance, or magic, or even politics. It’s about a woman who has been emotionally frozen for nearly a decade suddenly being forced into motion. It’s about competence rediscovered. It’s about the world responding to her as if she matters long before she believes she does. It’s about the slow, painful, necessary process of reimagining a self you abandoned years ago.

The men are beautiful. The magic is ancient tech. The pastries taste like home. The women are competence incarnate. The society is old and brittle. But the heart of the book is Maggie learning, step by step, that she is allowed to choose her own life.

Book 1 is survival. Book 2 will be agency.

And I’m here for that journey. REVIEW: This Kingdom Will Not Kill Me by Ilona Andrews

RATING: 4-Stars

Thursday, April 09, 2026

REVIEW: My Dumpling, Your Dumpling by KE Bartlet (4-stars)

  A Distinctive Debut: Competence, Youth, and a New Lens on Military Fiction

I picked up My Dumpling, Your Dumpling because I wanted a challenge. I think it’s important to read outside my usual genre preferences — not for escapism, but because good fiction offers a particular worldview. When an author succeeds, you’re not just reading a story; you’re trying on a different cognitive framework. That’s the part I find interesting.

My academic background is in Spanish and Sociology, and most of my undergraduate literary training was in the Boom period — Cortázar, García Márquez, Borges, Vargas Llosa. Those writers taught me to treat fiction as a tool for exploring how minds work. Rayuela forces you to construct the narrative yourself. Cien años de soledad operates on cyclical time and mythic logic. Borges turns stories into philosophical puzzles. That training shaped how I read: I look for the worldview behind the text.

Later, when I finally read Jane Austen and Edith Wharton, I was struck by their observational precision — the way they capture interior life, social nuance, and micro‑interactions with almost anthropological clarity. I spent years catching up on 19th‑ and early‑20th‑century English literature because it represented a completely different cognitive tradition. None of this is my entire reading history, of course, but it illustrates the pattern: I read fiction to understand how people think.

K.E. Bartlet’s debut fits into that pattern in a surprising way. My Dumpling, Your Dumpling presents a worldview shaped by military and intelligence environments: procedural, compartmentalized, time‑stamped, emotionally masked, and mission‑driven. Each chapter opens with a location/time/character header — essentially a SITREP. The action is often procedural and easy to miss if you don’t have that background. Operators will fill in the blanks; civilian readers may need a film adaptation to visualize certain sequences. That’s not a flaw — it’s a structural choice that protects both the reader and the author. It keeps the violence non‑graphic and keeps the operational details appropriately abstract.

What I appreciated most is how confidently Bartlet writes smart, competent young people, especially young women. There’s no gendered commentary, no harassment, no “woman in a man’s world” framing. It’s a parallel universe where women can operate at full capacity without misogyny as background radiation. That alone makes the book refreshing.

The interpersonal dynamics are subtle, especially the slow‑burn trust arc between Eliza and Melody. Bartlet writes emotional connection the way it forms in high‑risk environments: quietly, professionally, and under layers of structure. It’s not a romance that interrupts the plot; it’s a bond that grows inside it. Eliza’s pep talks and her ability to read her team under pressure show a level of empathy and leadership that makes her a compelling protagonist.

As a debut from a 28‑year‑old author, this is impressive work. The voice is distinctive, the worldbuilding is grounded in real strategic thinking, and the characters feel like people who could exist in the modern intelligence community. I’m curious to see how Bartlet’s craft evolves — and how these characters develop — in the rest of the series.

Sunday, March 29, 2026

REVIEW: My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh (3-stars)

 Ottessa Moshfegh’s My Year of Rest and Relaxation (2018) is a sharp, bleak portrait of dissociation that reminded me at different moments of Less Than Zero, Slaves of New York, and even a very dark, sedated version of Bridget Jones’s Diary. It’s a novel about a young woman trying to chemically erase herself, and a city that barely notices.

The unnamed narrator moves through early‑2000s Manhattan with a kind of anesthetized privilege. She gets an art‑gallery job not because she cares about art, but because she looks like someone who should be standing behind a white desk in black clothes. The gallery’s instructions — don’t show the price sheet too quickly, memorize the artists’ faces, no sleeping on the job — tell you everything about the ecosystem she’s drifting through. She’s valued for the silhouette she cuts, not for anything she thinks or feels.

Trevor, the on‑again/off‑again boyfriend, is a perfect example of that dynamic. He behaves like an early social‑media influencer before the platforms existed — someone who curates a lifestyle instead of a personality (or boundaries, or morals). Everything about him is surface: the parties, the vacations, the women he cycles through for validation. When the narrator calls him repeatedly threatening suicide in graphic, bloody terms, he leaves his girlfriend Claudia to come over — not out of concern, but because it fits his pattern of using women as emotional and sexual pit stops. She takes a cocktail of drugs, gets into bed naked fully expecting him to show up (or not), and regains consciousness while she’s giving him oral sex. He then drops off a DVD player as if he’s doing her a favor, announcing that VCRs are “on the way out.” He’s not malicious; he’s just shallow in a way that feels almost archetypal for that era. And the narrator accepts this treatment because she’s already dissociated from her own worth.

Dr. Tuttle, her psychiatrist, feels like she wandered in from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas — the spiritual cousin of Hunter S. Thompson’s “as your lawyer/as your doctor” companion who encourages every bad idea. She dispenses pills with crackpot confidence, and half the medications seem invented. It’s funny, but also unsettling: the narrator’s entire self‑destruction is enabled by someone who should be helping her, and instead treats her like a walking prescription pad.

Ping Xi, the artist who uses her unconscious body for a project, is one of the strangest and most revealing figures in the book. He exploits her, yes, but he also treats her with a sideways politeness — apologizing via sticky note for leaving a burrito wrapper in her apartment, buying her a white fox‑fur coat that must have cost a fortune. He sees her exactly the way the art world sees her: a beautiful cipher with more cultural capital than selfhood. She eventually gives the coat away, along with almost everything else she owns, as if shedding the identities other people keep trying to hand her.

Reva, her best friend, is the emotional counterweight. Reva is striving, anxious, constantly performing competence and friendliness. Her abandoned food and exercise journal — discovered after her mother’s death — is the saddest artifact in the book. It’s the inverse of the narrator’s pill‑counting: one woman trying to control her life into submission, the other trying to erase hers entirely.

Reading this, I kept thinking about people I’ve known who used pills or alcohol to check out — friends who believed they had “earned” the right to disappear for a weekend, or who drank their free time away because it felt safer than being present. The novel captures the fear underneath that impulse: the fear of feeling anything, the fear of being seen, the fear of being unworthy of love. The narrator’s dissociation isn’t glamorous or rebellious; it’s a defense mechanism that’s calcified into a worldview.

Her relationship to her parents is one of the most telling threads. She never names them, just as she never names herself. She keeps their house because it represents, in her mind, the idea that she was once loved — even though her mother was critical, controlling, and emotionally distant. She clings to the house as a symbol of a love she doesn’t actually believe she deserved. That sense of unworthiness runs under everything she does.

By the end, she’s more adrift than when she started. Her fixation on the footage of a woman falling from the World Trade Center — possibly Reva, possibly not — is macabre and telling. She projects a fantasy of “freedom” onto a moment that was pure terror. It’s dissociation dressed up as interpretation, a new obsession replacing the old ones. The experiment didn’t give her clarity; it just hollowed her out further.

Moshfegh’s writing is sharp and often darkly funny, and the psychological detail is precise. But the emotional arc left me cold — intentionally, I think, but still cold. The book is compelling, unsettling, and smart, and it’s also a near‑perfect illustration of anomie in the classical sense: a person cut loose from any real social or emotional structure, drifting through a world where modern consumer capitalism offers only surfaces, transactions, and distractions. The narrator’s dissociation isn’t just personal; it’s structural. It’s what happens when nothing around you feels meaningful enough to hold you in place. For me, a solid 3‑star read: memorable, well‑crafted, and deeply bleak, but not something I connected with beyond the intellectual and observational level. 

REVIEW: My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh

RATING: 3-stars

Wednesday, October 22, 2025

REVIEW: How to End a Love Story by Yulin Kuang (2-stars)

I keep trying to read popular fiction and often end up disappointed—How to End a Love Story was no exception. While I finished the book, it felt like a messy blend of unresolved trauma, repetitive storytelling devices, and a plot stretched thin to accommodate a few steamy scenes.

Helen, our protagonist, doesn’t seem to form meaningful connections. Her friendships are shallow, and she rarely makes an effort at anything until late in the book when she begins writing about her sister. Even then, the emotional payoff is minimal. The subplot about her sister’s death—possibly suicide by running into traffic?—is left frustratingly unresolved, making the third-person narration feel unreliable and the emotional stakes muddled.

Also, the sex scenes felt idealized to the point of distraction. Does Helen ever not have an orgasm? It’s not exactly representative of most heterosexual experiences, and it detracts from the realism the book seems to aim for.

Honestly, this story might have worked better as a lighter adult romance: “He was the hot homecoming king, we were years apart, and now we’re hooking up as adults.” That premise alone could’ve been fun and engaging without the weight of underdeveloped trauma and distant parents.

This book needed a stronger editorial hand. I wanted more emotional clarity, more believable relationships, and less reliance on drama that never fully lands.

REVIEW: How to End a Love Story by Yulin Kuang 

RATING: 2-stars

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Sunday, September 07, 2025

REVIEW: The Ministry for the Future by Kim Stanley Robinson (2 stars)

I just finished The Ministry for the Future, and I have mixed feelings. It’s an ambitious book — sprawling, complex, and clearly the product of deep research and imagination. I applaud Robinson for tackling such a monumental subject: climate collapse and humanity’s response. But despite being lauded as one of the greatest living sci-fi authors, this book didn’t feel like science fiction to me. It’s more speculative policy fiction, with a dash of spy thriller and philosophical musing thrown in.

One of my biggest issues was the structure. The book felt like several overlapping novels crammed into one:

  • A climate disaster narrative
  • A geopolitical and economic reform manifesto
  • A techno-utopian think piece
  • A covert ops thriller with black organizations and assassination attempts

Each of these could have been its own compelling story, and I honestly think this would have worked better as a trilogy. The Children of Kali subplot, for example, was fascinating — a morally ambiguous look at eco-terrorism — but it felt underdeveloped in the context of everything else going on.

The short chapters that read like technology riddles or philosophical interludes were, frankly, useless to me. They broke the flow and didn’t add much. I found myself skimming them, wondering why they were included at all.

Then there’s the language. Robinson occasionally uses made-up or obscure terms like “stocktake” instead of “inventory.” Who says “stocktake”? Nobody. That kind of jargon pulled me out of the narrative and made the book feel unnecessarily academic or bureaucratic.

That said, some of the proposed solutions were genuinely intriguing and thought-provoking:

  • Seeding clouds for rain or solar cover
  • Deploying biological agents to disrupt animal agriculture
  • Sabotaging fossil fuel-intensive industries like air travel
  • Heavily taxing cement production
  • Dismantling dying small towns and converting the land into wildlife preserves
  • Reclaiming highways and turning pavement into gravel for use elsewhere

These ideas were bold and imaginative, and I appreciated the effort to think outside the box. But many transitions — like the shift from jet travel to hot air balloons — were glossed over. What were the trade-offs? How did that become viable? Similarly, the book hints at a global population decline but never quantifies it, which weakens the impact of the societal changes Robinson describes.

The Ministry itself is a compelling concept — a UN-adjacent body with moral authority but limited power. But its evolution, and the shadowy black ops subplot, felt like they belonged in a different genre. The espionage elements were gripping but disconnected from the rest of the book’s tone.

Ultimately, The Ministry for the Future is a book I respect more than I enjoyed. It’s full of ideas — some brilliant, some half-baked — and it’s clearly written with urgency and passion. But as a novel, it’s uneven, fragmented, and often frustrating. I’d recommend it to readers deeply interested in climate policy, geoengineering, and speculative futures — but not necessarily to fans of traditional sci-fi or character-driven storytelling.

REVIEW: The Ministry for the Future by Kim Stanley Robinson

RATING: 2 stars

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Saturday, September 06, 2025

REVIEW: Till Death Do You Part: A dark LGBTQ romantic thriller by Marisa Billions (3-stars)

 Another page-turner from Marisa Billions, opening with a gripping scene before diving into flashbacks. This suspenseful thriller is rich in detail about middle-class Southern California life and romance. I especially enjoyed the New Orleans references, which added depth to the setting, and appreciated that the romantic scenes were subtle rather than explicit.

I would’ve liked more insight into the protagonist’s emotional journey—particularly her sense of being underappreciated and losing her identity. Some of the marital arguments felt a bit stilted, while the chemistry with the new love interest was compelling, though it made me reflect on the line between genuine attraction and limerence.

After reading four of Billions’ books, I have to ask: where can I find a successful lesbian who’s emotionally available and not prone to jealous rage?

REVIEW: Till Death Do You Part: A dark LGBTQ romantic thriller  by Marisa Billions 

RATING: 3-stars

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Tuesday, August 26, 2025

REVIEW: We'll Prescribe You Another Cat (We'll Prescribe You a Cat, #2) by Syou Ishida (3 stars)

 I loved the first book, We’ll Prescribe You a Cat, for its whimsical yet emotionally resonant storytelling. Unfortunately, the sequel didn’t quite live up to that promise. While the concept remains charming—a mysterious cat named Dr. Nikké prescribing feline companions to help humans navigate emotional challenges—the execution this time felt uneven and occasionally tone-deaf.


Much of the book’s attention is oddly focused on documenting cat poop and butt-sniffing, which detracts from the emotional depth of the stories. One quote from Dr. Nikké stood out for the wrong reasons:


“It’s no bad thing to be choosey about your cat, whether it be about its appearance or breed...”


This framing misses a valuable opportunity to promote fostering and rescue. Instead, it implies cats are interchangeable based on aesthetics or breed preference, which felt unsettling.

The first story arc had potential—a young woman with a distant, emotionally unavailable boyfriend is prescribed three purebred cats with distinct personalities. I expected a message about choosing companions (human or feline) based on emotional compatibility rather than looks, but the theme was never fully developed.

The second story, about an elderly man and his grandchild, was confusing but seemed to culminate in a shared mission to help neighbors find lost cats. The third story, featuring a jealous younger sister and a disconnected household, was more compelling. The prescribed munchkin cat helped bridge emotional gaps and reinvigorate family bonds.

The final story, centered on the older brother (a shelter worker), introduces a strange twist: Dr. Nikké appears in human form, borrowing the brother’s appearance. This creates confusion for the sister, but oddly, the brother doesn’t notice the resemblance. The mechanics of Dr. Nikké’s magical transformation are murky—he’s lethargic and locked in a pen, yet somehow projecting himself into the clinic. Is he dying? Exhausted? The ambiguity feels less magical and more inconsistent.

Overall, the book has moments of charm and insight, but it lacks the emotional clarity and thematic cohesion of the first volume. I’d love to see future installments embrace the realities of animal rescue and deepen the emotional arcs of the human characters.


REVIEW: We'll Prescribe You Another Cat (We'll Prescribe You a Cat, #2) by Syou Ishida 

RATING: 3 stars

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Sunday, August 03, 2025

REVIEW: Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid (2-stars)

This is it—I'm done.

I don’t care how many rave reviews Taylor Jenkins Reid racks up; clearly, her style is not for me. Even the scene set in a New Orleans titty bar was decidedly un-titillating.

The science-y and queer angle initially piqued my interest, but the characters felt flat and emotionally hollow. Tropes were recycled as stand-ins for actual character development, and the writing leaned heavily on familiar sentiments dressed up as profundity.

Take this quote, for example, presented as “original”:

“To look up at the nighttime sky is to become a part of a long line of people throughout human history who looked above at that same set of stars. It is to witness time unfolding.”

Compare that to Ralph Waldo Emerson’s far more evocative line:

“If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years, how man would marvel and stare.”

Reid’s popularity, I suspect, isn’t rooted in the depth of her characters or the originality of her world-building. It’s more about repackaging familiar ingredients in a palatable, market-friendly way—like “new and improved” Fruity Pebbles. Still too sweet, still fake, still unsatisfying.

Edith Wharton and Jane Austen, she ain't.

REVIEW: Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid 

RATING: 2-stars


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Friday, August 01, 2025

REVIEW: Mutual Interest by Olivia Wolfgang-Smith (2-stars)

This story is all telling with no showing.  It's almost like there's a germ of a screen play - all costume and no passion.  It's hard to tell whether anyone has feelings in this entire story -- the chemistry between Oscar and Squire is ambiguous.  The next steps are clearly telegraphed - as the first time Rebecca visits the C&S office - it's clear Elias is going to end up with her.  Does Vivian even exist?  Why create a survivor like Vivian only to blow her off like smoke or fog?

Not romantic. Not sexy. Not even emotionally engaging.  So much anachronism (ie modern business marketing etc).

REVIEW: Mutual Interest by Olivia Wolfgang-Smith 

RATING: 2-stars

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Tuesday, July 08, 2025

REVIEW: Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid (1-star or less)

I made it about 13% into Malibu Rising before deciding to put it down. This one just isn’t for me.

The writing is clunky and, at times, just plain bad. Phrases like “naked except for a pair of bikini underwear” and “went and did” (a thing) feel lazy and grammatically off. The prose lacks rhythm or depth, and the dialogue feels like it’s trying too hard to be cinematic — probably because it’s angling for a screen adaptation (which, yes, Hulu picked up).

Character development is paper-thin. The women are described in terms of their “lean, taut, suntanned” bodies — like a casting call for Baywatch — and there’s a constant undercurrent of objectification that feels dated and shallow. Once again, Taylor Jenkins Reid seems more interested in glamorizing the wealthy and beautiful than in exploring anything emotionally real or grounded.

The plot (if there is one) barely moves, and the sex scenes are as dull as the characters. It reads like a glossy soap opera without the fun or the stakes.

What really sealed it for me was the stilted scenes and internal monologues around surfing and the ocean. I looked into the author’s research process and found that she had no prior knowledge of surfing — she reportedly prepared by watching surf movies. And it shows. There’s no real sense of connection to the ocean or surf culture — just a reliance on clichés and stereotypes. It’s hard to take a story seriously when the setting feels like a backdrop borrowed from a postcard.

After struggling through Forever Interrupted, I hoped this would be a step up. Instead, it’s more of the same — just with more bikinis and beachfront property.

REVIEW: Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid 

RATING: 1-star or less

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Sunday, July 06, 2025

REVIEW: Forever, Interrupted by Taylor Jenkins Reid (2-stars)

 “Forever Interrupted” by Taylor Jenkins Reid was a tough read — not because of the subject matter, but because of the protagonist and the writing itself. I pushed through to the end, but it felt more like a chore than a journey.

Elsie, the main character, is emotionally unstable, manipulative, and often deeply unlikable. Her grief is understandable, but the way she treats others — and the way the narrative seems to excuse it — made it hard to empathize. At times, I wondered if her husband’s tragic accident was less tragic and more symbolic.

There are unsettling undercurrents throughout the book, particularly around body image and disordered eating. Grief is repeatedly used as a justification for not eating, losing weight, and even vomiting — all described in unnecessary detail. The fixation on weight gain (especially while staying with her mother-in-law) felt gratuitous and tone-deaf.

The pregnancy scare subplot was bizarre and overwrought. The level of anxiety and projection that unfolded over a few days felt implausible and melodramatic.

I also found the book to be disappointingly whitewashed and overly enamored with wealth — a recurring theme in Reid’s work, but more glaring here without the complexity or nuance of her later novels.

I enjoyed "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo," but this debut left me wondering what exactly I saw in it. Maybe it’s a case of an author growing into her voice — but this one didn’t work for me.

REVIEW: Forever, Interrupted by Taylor Jenkins Reid  

RATING: 2-stars

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Wednesday, July 02, 2025

REVIEW: Bad Kitty Goes on Vacation by Nick Bruel (5-stars)

 This is a fun graphic novel focused on Uncle Murray and the bad kitty who win a vacation and encounter many obstacles to fun along the way, including evil chickens trying to subvert human preference for cats over chickens as domestic pets.  

There's a happy ending and Uncle Murray gets to watch his tv program and enjoy his favorite sandwich in his favorite chair with all his pets.

REVIEW: Bad Kitty Goes on Vacation by Nick Bruel 

RATING: 5-stars

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Monday, June 30, 2025

REVIEW: Out of the Blue: A dark sapphic romantic thriller by Marisa Billions (3-stars)

 The final book in Marisa Billions’ trilogy, Out of the Blue, takes a sharp turn into thriller territory—and it’s a wild ride. This time, the spotlight shifts to Sophie, who has left her manipulative husband behind (with a hefty divorce settlement) and relocated to the Pacific Northwest to start fresh. She opens a yoga studio, makes quirky new friends, and begins to build a peaceful life. But peace doesn’t last long.

Soon, Sophie starts receiving threats, and women’s bodies begin washing up on the shore. The town is gripped by fear, and Sophie suspects her ex-husband is behind it all. Her new partner—who also happens to be the town mortician—adds a macabre layer to the story, offering detailed insights into the victims and their gruesome deaths.

The plot thickens with cults, kidnappings, and a murder spree that seems to be orchestrated by Sophie’s ex’s new love interest, who has started a cult of her own. The motive? Revenge for Sophie’s divorce settlement—though the logic is murky, the tension is real. Emma and Morgan return to help Sophie, and the story barrels toward a violent, chaotic climax. 

<spoiler>Emma ends up killing one of the attackers in the same way her first wife Bailey was killed—a chilling full-circle moment that ties back to the first book.</spoiler>

This final installment is twisty, dark, and at times over-the-top, but it delivers on drama and emotional payoff. Sophie’s arc—from manipulated cult member to survivor and business owner—is satisfying, and the return of Emma and Morgan gives the trilogy a sense of closure. It’s not a neat ending, but it’s a cathartic one.

REVIEW: Out of the Blue: A dark sapphic romantic thriller by Marisa Billions 

RATING: 3-stars

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REVIEW: Into the Blue Again by Marisa Billions (3-stars)

 After the intense and twisty "Like Sapphire Blue," I jumped straight into "Into the Blue Again," which shifts gears into a more introspective, emotionally layered story. Emma is released from prison early and begins the difficult process of rebuilding her life. This book is less about external conflict and more about healing, trauma, and the messy, nonlinear path to redemption.

A major focus is Emma’s relationship with Morgan, a woman she met while on the run in the first book. Their connection deepens through letters and Morgan’s handwritten journal, which Emma reads while incarcerated. Morgan’s story is deeply unsettling—she’s haunted by the ghost (or guilt) of her fiancé Jonathan, who died by suicide in a way designed to punish her emotionally. The ghost is cruel, manipulative, and clearly a manifestation of her unresolved trauma.

But Morgan’s past goes even deeper. She was part of a disturbing cult-like community where she was emotionally manipulated into marrying into a hetero couple. She was drawn to the wife, Sophie, but not the husband—who ultimately forces himself on her. This part of the story is handled with a raw, unflinching honesty that adds to the emotional gravity of the book.

Despite all this, Emma continues to show Morgan compassion and patience. She offers her multiple chances, even sending her airfare to help them reconnect. Their eventual reconciliation feels hard-won and emotionally satisfying, though the road there is anything but smooth.

This book is quieter than the first, but no less intense. It’s a deep dive into guilt, forgiveness, and the long shadows of trauma. If you’re already invested in Emma’s journey, this is a powerful continuation that rewards your emotional commitment.

REVIEW: Into the Blue Again by Marisa Billions 

RATING: 3-stars

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REVIEW: Like Sapphire Blue by Marisa Billions (4-stars)

 I received copies of all three books in this series directly from the author (a friend of my second cousin), and I devoured them all in one weekend. They’re fast-paced, emotionally intense, and packed with drama—definitely not light reading, but deeply engaging.

Like Sapphire Blue kicks off the series with a bang. The structure—alternating between past and present—initially threw me off, but I came to appreciate how it mirrors the protagonist Emma’s fractured and evolving understanding of her own life. The payoff is chilling and powerful: Emma, shaped by a lifetime of trauma, ends up mirroring the very violence that shaped her childhood.

Emma’s journey is harrowing. Raised in a trailer by her father and uncle after her mother’s mysterious disappearance, she endures relentless bullying, sexual harassment, and later, sexual assault. Despite it all, she excels academically and athletically, eventually becoming a lawyer. Her romantic relationship with another girl—who is dating Emma’s bully—adds another layer of tension, especially when that girlfriend is sent to conversion therapy. The emotional weight of these experiences is heavy, but the characters’ inner lives are well-developed and the dialogue feels authentic.

One thing that did pull me out of the story at times was the extensive description of interiors and furniture. I later learned from the author that this was intentional—she wants readers to see what she sees—but for me, it occasionally slowed the momentum.

Still, the sheer volume of adversity faced by Emma and nearly every other character is staggering. It borders on overwhelming, but it also underscores the resilience and complexity of these characters. Emma’s eventual imprisonment and her work helping fellow inmates with literacy and legal matters adds a redemptive arc that I found compelling.

If you’re looking for a story that doesn’t shy away from dark themes and moral ambiguity, this one’s for you. Just be prepared for a wild emotional ride.

REVIEW: Like Sapphire Blue by Marisa Billions 

RATING: 4-stars

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Wednesday, June 25, 2025

REVIEW: Slayers of Old by Jim C. Hines (4-stars)

Slayers of Old is a fast-paced, character-driven fantasy that blends classic good-vs-evil tropes with thoughtful explorations of legacy, identity, and the complexities of family. Jim C. Hines delivers a stand-alone novel that’s both fun and emotionally resonant, with just enough world-building to ground the story without overwhelming it.

Told through alternating perspectives—Jenny, a retired hunter of evil with a connection to the goddess Artemis, is a healer with a strict code of ethics related to power and violence; Annette, a half-succubus mother and monster-slayer; and Temple, a 99-year-old magician grappling with love, loss, and transformation—the novel weaves together action, humor, and heart. The pacing is strong, and while some background elements are repeated, they never bog down the story.

One of the standout arcs is Ronnie, a 17-year-old “last of his kind” defender against magical evil. Orphaned young and raised by the ghost of his mother Margaret (who inhabits the family van—yes, like "Christine"), Ronnie finds a new sense of belonging and purpose under the mentorship of Jenny, Annette and Temple. His growth from isolated teen on a mission to valued member of a found family is one of the book’s most rewarding emotional threads.

Margaret’s story also takes a beautiful turn as she connects with Temple, whose own arc culminates in his transition to a ghostly form. Their bond offers a touching “happily ever after-life” that feels both earned and heartwarming.

The intergenerational dynamics shine: Annette’s strained relationship with her son Blake, and his own struggles as a father, add emotional weight. Meanwhile, Blake’s son Morgan is pulled into a high-stakes plot to unleash an eldritch god, raising the tension and testing the family’s strength.

Hines also thoughtfully incorporates themes of consent and mutual responsibility—particularly through Jenny’s magical contracts and Annette’s internal conflict between duty and motherhood. These elements elevate the story beyond a typical monster-hunting romp.

A particularly compelling thread throughout the novel is the presence of legacy organizations dedicated to fighting evil. Whether it’s Jenny’s initiation into the “Hunters of Artemis,” Ronnie and Margaret’s family line of defenders, or the magical and demonic heritage of Annette and Temple’s families, these parallel traditions underscore a central theme: the fight for good is a shared, generational effort. Each group brings its own strengths, histories, and burdens, but together they form a rich tapestry of resistance against darkness. 

While I had some initial reservations about a male author writing two of the three main protagonists as women, the portrayals felt respectful and nuanced. The book doesn’t center on sexuality, despite the succubus lineage, which I appreciated.  Some of the questions raised for me are related to the burden and evolution of legacy and purpose, as well as the value of collaboration.  

Let's not forget the part-shoggoth cat with multiple eyes and tentacles who has decided to remain in that form as a mascot, nor the "Stuart Little" -like mouse community, which add a fun and whimsical touch to the story.

Overall, Slayers of Old is a satisfying, self-contained fantasy adventure with heart, humor, and just enough darkness. Recommended for fans of found family, magical legacies, and stories where the emotional stakes are just as important as the magical ones.

REVIEW: Slayers of Old by Jim C. Hines 

RATING: 4-stars


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REVIEW: Best Wishes from The Full Moon Coffee Shop (The Full Moon Coffee Shop, #2) by Mai Mochizuki (2-stars)

"Best Wishes from the Full Moon Coffee Shop" is a glossy, whimsical novella that blends magical realism, astrology, and holiday sentimentality into a series of loosely connected vignettes. Set during Christmas and populated by gods and goddesses who shift between cat and human forms, the story feels like a blend of a Japanese fairytale and a Dickensian ghost story—with a heavy dose of aesthetic charm and celestial symbolism.

The narrative follows three main characters:

Satomi, whose boyfriend plans to propose on Christmas Eve, though she’s unsure about her future; Junko, her sister-in-law, who is estranged from her father and navigating new family dynamics (including a strangely delayed dog adoption from the café’s magical cats); and, Satori’s employee, a young woman grieving her father’s death who ultimately reconnects with her mother, stepfather, and half-brother.

Each character is guided by planetary deities who offer moral lessons tied to reincarnation, forgiveness, and personal growth. The book leans heavily on astrology, even including star charts for each character and emphasizing the ascendant sign as a marker of past-life strengths. While this may appeal to astrology enthusiasts, the execution often feels twee and overly expository.

The café staff—celestial beings in disguise—are given their own chapters, but their personalities blur together despite the effort to tie their roles to planetary movements. The result is a story that feels more like a concept pitch for an animated film than a fully realized novella. The emotional beats are present, but often feel distant or overly orchestrated.

While the book has moments of charm and visual richness, it’s weighed down by its own aesthetic and moral framing. Readers looking for a cozy, magical holiday tale with strong visual and astrological themes may enjoy it, but those seeking deeper character development or narrative cohesion might find it underwhelming.

REVIEW: Best Wishes from The Full Moon Coffee Shop (The Full Moon Coffee Shop, #2) by Mai Mochizuki 

RATING: 2-stars

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REVIEW: "We'll Prescribe You A Cat" (3 Stars)

We'll Prescribe You A Cat is a collection of short stories—or so it seems at first. Each chapter introduces a new character, a new struggle, and a new cat. But as the book unfolds, the stories begin to interlace, revealing a deeper, interconnected narrative centered around the mysterious Clinic for the Soul.

The clinic itself is a marvel: it appears when you need it most, staffed by an imperious nurse and a delightfully silly vet who, instead of pills or therapy, prescribe cats. Not just any cats—the cat you didn’t know you needed. The kind that curls up in the hollow places of your life and fills them with warmth, mischief, and meaning.

The book never explains how the clinic works, where the cats come from, or why it sometimes disappears. And it doesn’t need to. The magic lies in the acceptance that healing can be whimsical, that transformation can arrive on four paws, and that sometimes the best prescription is a purring companion who chooses you.

If you’ve ever been chosen by a cat—or wished you would be—this book will feel like a warm, knowing nudge from the universe.

We'll Prescribe You a Cat by Syou Ishida,  E. Madison Shimoda (Translator)

RATING: 3 stars

Thursday, May 29, 2025

REVIEW: Stone and Sky (Rivers of London, #10) by Ben Aaronovitch (3-stars)

 I’ve been a fan of Ben Aaronovitch’s “Rivers of London” series since my good friend Matt first loaned me books 1-5 of the series many years ago.  I thoroughly enjoyed the sense of humor, the urban fantasy worldbuilding and its commitment to diversity. I have been looking forward to the latest installment in the series – which includes graphic novels and novellas.  

Unfortunately, plot and character seem to fall short in “Stone & Sky,” and I found more than a few distracting representational and structural issues that reduced my overall enjoyment.  More than previous installments in this series, this one (combined with my recent reading of the “Springtime Masquerade” and the two most recent graphic novels) illuminated questions about authenticity, authorial gaze, and the limits of metaphor in fantasy fiction.  

From uneven portrayals of queer relationships to the infantilization of magical beings, from the overuse of white male cultural references to the stylized rendering of dialect and slang, Stone & Sky reveals cracks in the series’ inclusive veneer. What emerges is a pattern of selective authenticity—where some identities are explored with depth and care, while others are flattened, exoticized, or reduced to narrative shorthand.

Queer characters have been present throughout the series—Thomas Nightingale, the emotionally reserved wizard, and Augustus “Gussie” Berrycloth-Young, a flamboyant figure in The Masquerades of Spring. Yet their romantic or sexual lives are treated with restraint, stylization, or humor. Nightingale’s queerness is acknowledged but rarely explored with emotional intimacy. Gussie is rendered as a campy, comedic figure whose attraction to men is more implied than deeply felt.

In contrast, Stone & Sky devotes significant narrative space to Abigail Kamara’s emotional and romantic attraction to Ione, a new female character. Abigail’s feelings are described with vivid emotional texture—her longing, her confusion, her desire. This disparity raises a critical question: why is a teenage girl’s same-sex attraction rendered with such depth, while adult queer male relationships remain emotionally muted?

Abigail is portrayed as a teenager in Stone & Sky, though her exact age is never explicitly stated. Based on the series’ internal timeline, she was born in 2000, which would make her 24 or 25 if the book is set in 2024–2025. However, the tone of the narrative—and the way her emotional development is framed—suggests she is still in her late teens. 

The narrative lingers on Abigail’s feelings for Ione in a way that feels less like a teenager discovering her identity and more like an adult imagining what that discovery might feel like. The emotional intensity, combined with the sensual framing, risks crossing into voyeurism -- especially given that the author, a white man in his 60s, is writing from the perspective of a teenage girl.

Writing across lines of identity—age, gender, race, sexuality—is not inherently problematic. But it requires care, humility, and a deep understanding of the lived experiences being portrayed. When a teenage girl’s romantic feelings are described with more emotional and sensual detail than any adult relationship in the series, it raises questions about authorial intent.

Is this Abigail’s authentic voice, or is it Aaronovitch’s projection of what a teenage girl might feel? The line between empathy and appropriation is thin, and in Stone & Sky, it feels increasingly blurred. The result is a portrayal that risks centering the author’s imagination more than the character’s truth. Back to Abigail’s voice in a moment.

Complicating matters further is the fact that Ione is not just a girl—she’s a siren, a magical being capable of manipulating human emotion through song. This raises a fundamental question: is Abigail’s attraction to Ione genuine, or is it the result of magical influence?

If Ione’s presence or voice can enchant anyone, then Abigail’s feelings may not be uniquely queer—or even uniquely hers. They could be induced, universal, or illusory. The narrative does not clearly interrogate this possibility, instead presenting Abigail’s emotional / hormonal / pheromonal experience as unquestionably real. This ambiguity undermines the authenticity of the queer representation the book seems to offer. If the attraction is magically induced, then it’s not a story about queer identity—it’s a story about manipulation and consent.  Is Abigail truly consenting if she’s under the influence of glamour?  Ione is presented as being at least 18 and heading off to uni – which further complicates the consent issue.  

The Rivers of London universe is populated with magical beings—faeries, selkies, talking foxes, river gods—who often serve as metaphors for marginalized or misunderstood communities. While this can be a powerful narrative device, it also risks reinforcing stereotypes through fantasy proxies.

The fae are portrayed as beautiful and emotionally distant; the foxes as tribal and cunning; the rivers as territorial and often exoticized. These portrayals can feel like stand-ins for real-world racial, ethnic, or social groups—especially when their behaviors are framed through suspicion or danger. As Borowska-Szerszun (2021) notes, Aaronovitch’s work attempts to challenge the “habits of Whiteness” in fantasy fiction but also reveals the “friction and negotiation” involved in representing difference.

When magical beings are used to explore social issues without naming them directly, it creates a safe distance for the author but also a lack of accountability in how those metaphors land.

Characterization of voice, intelligence and other traits is another very noticeable part of “Rivers of London.”  I remember the first time that I read D.H. Lawrence and couldn’t understand the dialect representation of the “lower class” manner of speaking.  Aaronovitch frequently and unevenly represents Jamaican patois, Scottish, Irish and Caribbean English phonetically as “dialect,” while “standard” British or American English is not, implying a linguistic norm and effectively othering some of the characters.  Using this technique can reinforce caricatures or reduce characters to their accents.  It also creates a power imbalance in representation – regional or ethnic pronunciations are marked as “different” or “exotic” while others are normalized.  

For example, more than in previous books in the series, Abigail’s dialogue is peppered with contemporary London slang, including terms like “bare,” “peng,” and “peak,” which are common in Multicultural London English (MLE). This is consistent with her earlier portrayals as a sharp, streetwise teen from South London who is very smart, picks up Latin and is training to be a wizard. However, in this novel, the use of slang feels exaggerated—almost performative—and stands in contrast to the way other young characters speak. Ione and her cousin Duncan, despite being close in age to Abigail, speak in a more neutral, almost formal tone (aside from occasional “Scottish as dialect” representations).

This inconsistency raises questions about why Abigail’s voice is so heavily stylized. Is it meant to emphasize her “urban” identity? If so, it risks reducing her to a stereotype—especially when other characters of similar age and background are not written with the same linguistic markers. It also reinforces a sense of “othering” within the narrative: Abigail becomes the “voice of the streets,” while others are allowed to speak more generically.

Rather shockingly – there are assertions made about the communication abilities or styles of other species / characters in the book.  The selkies—mythical seal-people—are depicted as unable to speak English. Instead, they “bark,” and their communication is described in animalistic terms. This portrayal strips them of linguistic agency and positions them as less-than-human, even though they are sentient beings with their own culture, and clearly intelligent enough to be pursued and enslaved/indentured to work on deep marine oil projects. 

This is compounded by a moment in which Beverley Brook, a river goddess and Peter’s wife, mentions attempts to communicate with bottle-nose whales—and dismisses them as “kind of stupid.”  While this may be intended as a humorous aside, it reinforces a troubling pattern: magical or non-human beings are often portrayed as primitive, unintelligent, or linguistically inferior, especially when they don’t conform to human (and specifically English-speaking) norms.

The portrayal of the talking foxes adds another layer to this critique. These creatures are shown to be technologically advanced—they have specially adapted tools to access the internet, maintain networks with humans for medical care and transportation, and operate with a high degree of autonomy. Yet Peter remarks, “if someone taught them to be spies then their teachers left some major gaps in their vocabulary.” This line, while humorous, undermines the foxes’ intelligence and agency.

Moreover, the foxes’ speech is rendered in a simplified, stylized dialect. They use phrases like “big diggy thing” instead of “boring machine,” which may initially seem charming or whimsical. But this linguistic reduction can also be read as a form of intentional infantilization—a way of making their intelligence appear quaint or incomplete. It’s possible Aaronovitch intended this as a commentary on how the foxes perceive human language, or even as a subversive joke about humans needing things “dumbed down.” But without clear narrative framing, it risks reinforcing the very stereotypes it might be trying to critique.

In effect, the foxes are presented as a paradox: technologically sophisticated, yet linguistically and culturally “othered.” Their dialect becomes a marker of difference, and their intelligence is constantly undercut by the way they are spoken about—and made to speak. This mirrors broader patterns in literature where dialect is used to signal inferiority or exoticism, especially when applied unevenly across characters.

This kind of framing echoes real-world colonial and racial narratives, where language and intelligence have historically been used as tools of dehumanization and domination. When magical beings are denied language—or mocked for their perceived lack of intelligence—it reinforces a hierarchy in which human (and often white, Western) characters are the default standard of intellect and civility.

In a series that otherwise tries to explore multiculturalism and magical diversity, this kind of portrayal feels regressive. It undermines the richness of the magical world by reducing some of its inhabitants to caricatures or comic relief.

Finally, let’s address a few of the larger, overarching tropes including the “Immortal White Wizard.” Thomas Nightingale, born in 1900, is over 120 years old in the Rivers of London timeline. Yet due to magical intervention, he appears to be in his early 40s—an ageless, elegant figure at the peak of his physical and magical power. He is consistently portrayed as the most powerful practitioner, the calm center of magical authority, and the one who saves the day when things spiral out of control.

In contrast, Peter Grant—young, Black, and the series’ protagonist—is often associated with chaos, improvisation, and collateral damage. His investigations are messy, his magic unpredictable, and his victories often come at a cost. While this may reflect a more modern, fallible hero archetype, it also reinforces a troubling dynamic: the older white man as the eternal, infallible guardian, and the younger man of color as the well-meaning but unstable apprentice.

This dynamic is further complicated by the fact that Nightingale’s age is magically concealed, allowing him to retain the visual and narrative authority of a man in his prime, while Peter is constantly reminded of his limitations—by others and by the narrative itself. For example, someone mentions that they “pulled a Peter” in the story.  Ouch.

Why does the old white man get to be timeless, powerful, and composed, while the younger Black protagonist is framed as volatile and reactive? This imbalance echoes a long tradition in fantasy literature where wisdom, power, and control are embodied in white, male, often aristocratic figures, while characters of color are positioned as learners, disruptors, or comic relief.

I also saw that the canon namechecking to be rather overbearing and too “insider-y” to be enjoyable.  Throughout Stone & Sky, Aaronovitch peppers the narrative with references to iconic figures and franchises—almost all of them white and male:

  • Star Trek (Gene Roddenberry)
  • Saruman (J.R.R. Tolkien)
  • John Connor (Terminator)
  • Darth Vader (Star Wars)
  • Peter Capaldi (Doctor Who)
  • The Lord of the Rings (“One does not simply…”)
  • Neil Gaiman, referenced via the phrase “Neil Gaiman black”

These references are often used for humor or shorthand, but cumulatively, they reinforce a very narrow cultural canon—one that centers white male creators and their visions of fantasy, science fiction, and heroism.

This is especially jarring given the book’s attempt to foreground a young Black British girl as a protagonist. Why is Abigail—who is otherwise written with a distinct voice and cultural identity—constantly filtered through the lens of white male geek culture? Why not reference Octavia Butler, N.K. Jemisin, Marjorie Liu, or even Afrofuturist icons like Sun Ra or Janelle Monáe?

Even the reference to “Neil Gaiman black” is problematic— not only because it reduces a complex aesthetic to a single figure, but also because Gaiman himself has faced recent criticism for his public behavior and comments. In a book that already struggles with authenticity in voice and representation, this kind of namechecking feels less like homage and more like cultural defaulting—a reliance on the familiar, rather than an effort to expand the canon or reflect the diversity of its characters.

A quick visit to any online forum or fan site will reveal that many longtime readers have noted that the series has become increasingly formulaic. Each book introduces a magical disturbance, a new creature or system, and a procedural investigation that resolves with a mix of magic and logic. In Stone & Sky, this formula is stretched even thinner. The early chapters focus heavily on a family camping trip, with little narrative urgency or magical intrigue.

While this may be an attempt to deepen character relationships or explore quieter moments, it contributes to a sense of narrative drift. The stakes feel lower, the pacing more meandering, and the once-vibrant magical world increasingly routine.  There’s simply too much padding in this book.

One recurring distraction in Stone & Sky is the level of detail devoted to what characters are wearing and how they look—often with commentary that feels judgmental, class-coded, or simply unnecessary. For example, a character named Mason is described in terms that go beyond observation and veer into critique:

“He was a short white man in his early thirties, brown hair, curls on top and short at the sides that didn't really suit a square face with a prominent nose and thin lips. At least his head matched the rest of him - broad shoulders, short legs, but a much better suit than I would have risked wearing to work. Dark brown wool, bought off the shelf, I reckoned, but then tailored. Despite the weather, he wore a lambswool pullover over his shirt.”

Peter is mixed-race, younger and from a working-class background -- why would he be even care if someone’s suit was bought “off the rack” and then tailored? I understand he wouldn’t want to risk wearing expensive clothing to work since he often ends up in situations where his clothing is damaged – but why would that matter in a passing evaluation of another person in a different role?

Descriptions like this don’t just paint a picture—they evaluate the character’s appearance, often through the narrator’s subjective lens and many of these observations come across as mean-spirited or superficial, especially when repeated across multiple characters. These moments rarely advance the plot or deepen character insight. Instead, they feel like narrative padding—a way to fill space rather than build momentum.

This kind of detail might have worked better in a graphic novel, where visual storytelling could convey these elements more efficiently and with more nuance. Given the success of the Rivers of London graphic novels, it’s easy to imagine Stone & Sky functioning more effectively in that format—especially given its visual settings, magical creatures, and dual perspectives.

Final Thoughts: Stone & Sky attempts to expand the emotional and magical scope of the Rivers of London universe, but in doing so, it exposes several representational and structural weaknesses. Queer male characters are emotionally sidelined; a queer teen girl’s feelings are spotlighted with intensity that may not be her own. Magical beings are used as metaphors for social difference, but often in ways that reinforce rather than challenge stereotypes. Linguistic choices—from stylized slang to infantilizing dialect—further complicate the portrayal of identity and intelligence.

The series’ once-fresh formula is losing strength and its cultural references remain narrowly focused on white male creators. Even as it strives for diversity, Stone & Sky often defaults to familiar tropes and voices—leaving its most radical possibilities unexplored.

Aaronovitch’s work has always aimed to be inclusive. But inclusion without critical self-awareness can lead to distortion. If Stone & Sky is meant to be a story of queer awakening, magical discovery, and emotional growth, it needs to ask harder questions—about power, about authenticity, and about who gets to tell whose story.

References (Other than the "Rivers of London" related books):

Borowska-Szerszun, S. (2021). Ethnic and cultural diversity in Ben Aaronovitch’s urban fantasy cycle Rivers of London. Journal of Contemporary Literature, 12(3), 45–62. Retrieved from https://www.researchgate.net/publication/335318094

Follypedia. (2023). Abigail Kamara. Retrieved from https://follypedia.fandom.com/wiki/Abigail_Kamara 

Follypedia. (2023). Thomas Nightingale. Retrieved from https://follypedia.fandom.com/wiki/Thomas_Nightingale

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Monday, May 26, 2025

REVIEW: The Dream Hotel by Laila Lalami (5-stars)

Set in a chillingly plausible near future, this novel imagines a world where nearly every aspect of daily life is filtered through surveillance and algorithmic decision-making. Airports operate more efficiently thanks to SCOUT, an AI border agent that scans faces and moves passengers quickly through security. Homes are equipped with intelligent systems that remind residents of appointments, suggest meals based on fridge contents, and generate shopping lists.

One particularly unsettling innovation is a cerebral implant called Dreamsaver, designed to optimize sleep—and record dreams.  The data is incorporated into a broader government initiative focused on “risk management,” a decades-old program intended to prevent violence by assigning every citizen a risk score, much like a FICO score. These scores are calculated from a "holistic" body of 200+ data sources, including the criminal records of long-lost cousins. Much like Minority Report, this system flags individuals as potential perpetrators of "future crimes" based on subconscious patterns— including troubling dreams.

Sara, a historian with a PhD, works as an archivist at the Getty, handling rare analog collections. She’s also a new mother of surprise twins, navigating intense exhaustion and the widening gap in her marriage. Her husband already uses a Dreamsaver implant to stay well-rested with only a few hours of sleep. Reluctantly, Sara decides to get one too.

Soon after, her dreams—disturbing but private to her—are flagged, and her risk score spikes. Without committing a crime or even understanding what she’s done wrong, Sara is detained at a remote facility in the Southern California high desert. Though it's technically not called a prison, detainees—euphemistically called “retainees”—are held indefinitely “for their own safety.” The name and setting evoke chilling historical echoes of Manzanar.

The logic is Kafkaesque: stress causes nightmares, which worsens her score, which causes more stress. The male attendants enforce arbitrary rules—like citing her for an "unauthorized hairstyle"—which extends the length of her "retention." Meanwhile, retainees are "free" to work on Mechanical Turk-style digital labor classifying video clips for media companies to identify AI-generated content.

In an insidious twist, it turns out that the makers of Dreamsaver have embedded a marketing experiment in the facility, using a researcher posing as a retainee to test dream-based product placement.  The experiment was not entirely successful.  -- instead of the brand name product, Sarah has been seeing the general type of item in her dreams. Sara, who has been keeping a dream journal, begins noticing recurring objects in her dreams—generic items instead of specific brands—signaling the experiment's flawed execution.

At about the midpoint of the book, we see Julie (aka Einsley) outside the facility following her 3 week stint in Madison.  We see her at the office reviewing data and later home hosting a dinner party with friends where they ask her questions about her time at Madison. 

This helps us to understand the broader context of the facility's operations, including the unethical corporate experiments tied to Dreamsaver and the power dynamics between the for-profit corporations (the detention facility, the communications company that provides email, the official online store which is the only place family can make purchases for retainees, and the government). According to the Dreamsaver folks - everyone who has the device agreed to all these experiments and data use which ties back to whether people can really agree to 15 page terms of use in repetitive and obscure legalese. 

Einsley/Julie reaches out to Sara via e-mail to see how she is doing following the wildfire on the area and to offer support via contributions to her commissary account.  She accidentally signs one email as "Julie" -- which sets off a chain of events.  Sara realizes what we, the readers, have already figured out and this catalyzes her to lead a collective resistance by refusing to provide their labor.  If no one cooks, cleans, or works on the digital media contract piecework, the facility can’t function.

After nearly a year of being "retained" for her "safety"  -- Sara’s expedited release comes not through legal recourse or proof of innocence, but because she refuses to work despite the institution increasing punitive measures by reducing her privileges (email, commissary, shower and library) and began to withhold food from her at mealtimes. 

Lalami’s novel is deeply timely. It probes pressing questions about AI, surveillance, predictive analytics, and justice. It also draws urgent parallels to real-world issues like the use of prison labor by tech companies and the shocking number of incarcerated individuals harmed by faulty data, flawed legal processes, and systemic bias.

Some reviewers critique the book’s pacing. I’d argue the slow buildup is intentional: we’re meant to inhabit Sara’s disorientation and anxious introspection. The first half mirrors her foggy mental state—hopeful but uncertain, overthinking every move. 

I was intrigued by the author's details about the former elementary school now serving as the "retention facility" -- Perris, CA is in fact about 90 minutes drive from Victorville (where they take refuge during a wildfire).   It's nearly equidistant from LA (71 mi) and San Diego (81 mi) which would make it a good location to take "retainees."  There's also a Spanish revival style museum that was formerly Sherman Indian High School that is steeped in its own history of forced institutionalization.  

Finally, the author does reference a number of other books which influenced her -- such as "The Age of Surveillance Capitalism" by Shoshana Zuboff.  While some of the concepts may land a bit heavily at times, they ground the story in a recognizably imminent future and presents a relatable scenario for a future we may all soon inhabit.

REVIEW: The Dream Hotel  by Laila Lalami 

RATING: 5-stars

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