The Most Perfect Book to Ever Book: Saint Death’s Daughter by C. S. E. Cooney
If you crossed Catherynne Valente with N.K. Jemisin, you might be lucky enough to get something almost as extravagantly epic as Saint Death’s Daughter.
If you crossed Catherynne Valente with N.K. Jemisin, you might be lucky enough to get something almost as extravagantly epic as Saint Death’s Daughter.
I had to invent a new word to express how perfect this book is.
I think that says it all, really.
I don’t think it’s possible to love a book more than I love The Wolf Among the Wild Hunt.
Before this, I had never read Khaw’s work before. They mostly write horror, and I am a total whimp about horror.
I don’t care. After reading The All-Consuming World, I will read anything Khaw writes.
My absolute favourite books of the last 10 years.
A man wants to fly in a world where magic belongs to women, in a book that will have you levitating with delight.
Her superpower is Powerpoint, and she gets shit DONE.
Also, it is faster to just read the book than to read all my feels about it.
So many feels. SO MANY.
Scapegracers doesn’t need you to love it. It dares you not to.
This series is a phoenix, and it will set your soul on fire and burn your heart to the ground, and it’s so fucking beautiful that the pain of it being over is a thousand times worse than what it puts you through.