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.
I still get chills just thinking about it. The subversiveness. The pure fucking cleverness and originality. The deceptively subtle brilliance of it all.
Wow.
Two books that are perfectly okay, and one that is actively terrible. Feel free to skip and avoid the negativity!
This book is an outpouring of feels and laughs and found-family and queer celebration, and I could not possibly love it more.
An epically beautiful sci fi that asks what it means to be a person.
Gibson wields her pen like a sword and runs you through with it – but oh, you’ll thank her for it.
The ending this series deserved.
In which I have very mixed feelings about a short story collection.
A beautiful story that raises thoughtful points on history and who gets to tell it.
A weaker story doesn’t live up to the incredible worldbuilding, but still a fun read!