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Book Review Tuesday (10/20/26) – The Book Witch

Posted on by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Tuesday, bibliophiles!

I’ve been a fan of Meg Shaffer since I first read her debut, The Wishing Game, several years ago. I liked The Lost Story as well, and when I found out that she had a new novel out this year, I was eager to see what she’d concocted. Though it was worth it to endure until the end, The Book Witch‘s corny writing nearly smothered the more earnest sentiments at its heart.

Enjoy this week’s review!

The Book Witch – Meg Shaffer

Rainy March is a Book Witch, an umbrella-wielding magician with a sworn oath to protect the fictional realm from real-world threats. Two years ago, she made the gravest mistake a Book Witch could possibly make: she fell in love with the Duke of Chicago, the main character in her favorite series. A slap on the wrist and a demotion later, and Rainy has accepted that she’ll never see the Duke again. But when her grandfather disappears, leaving cryptic, bookish clues behind, she may have to turn to him again to solve this seemingly unsolvable mystery.

TW/CW: loss of loved ones, grief themes, mild violence, terminal illness, brief descriptions of injury

WARNING: This review contains spoilers! If you haven’t read The Book Witch, tread lightly.

Let me start off by saying this: I didn’t enjoy most of The Book Witch, but it’s worth sticking it out until the ending. That being said, the payoff is excellent, but Jesus Christ, the road there was awful.

For the first 2/3rds of the novel, Shaffer’s prose in The Book Witch was insufferable. The recurring feeling that I had was that this was some kind of Sherlock x reader fanfic circa 2012 that had breached containment. It just reeked of that overly meta, quirky millennial humor that’s only become more grating with time. Rainy kisses the book boyfriend of her dreams, and mid-kiss, she says something to the effect of “Um, am I actually kissing the Duke of Chicago right now? 🤪” PACK IT UP. Who is this, y/n? Just put me out of my misery right now. And all of it is in that juvenile, cloying adorkable style, from the too-perfect Duke of Chicago (a book boyfriend made manifest) to the comically-evil, mustache-twirling, black-horse-riding stock villain, a book burner named X (I wish I was kidding). Even for a somewhat silly and whimsical concept, it just felt lazy to lean this heavily on tropes; knowing that Shaffer is capable of better writing than this made it even more sour.

On top of all that, the scaffolding of The Book Witch was barely there. There were just countless plot and character elements that didn’t feel believable at all. Rainy was meant to be somewhat exhausted, a bit jaded and beat-up after her dalliance with the Duke and the trouble she got in. We’re supposed to see the peppy Penny as a contrast to her, but they have the same cloyingly happy-go-lucky personality. Like X, all of the characters had one stock trait to go on that stayed static for the whole novel. I feel like there were more plot conveniences than actual plot, and therefore no tension, since I knew that everything would magically work out in Rainy’s favor. If this were a different author, I would’ve DNF’d it on the spot—it was just too convenient and juvenile to hold water.

Then came the last third of the novel. The Book Witch is one of those books that’s difficult for me to talk about without verging into spoilery territory, so here goes nothing. After 150+ pages of corny galumphing through fictional worlds, we get hit with the twist that Rainy March was never in the real world to begin with: she is a fictional character herself, and her author, Maxine Blake, is terminally ill and needs to pass the torch to a new author to finish her bestselling series. This is where the Meg Shaffer I know and love finally came through. This part of the book cemented some genuinely touching moments about the power of reading, the impact that authors and stories have on us, and the sanctuaries that books provide for reader and author alike. For how predictable the rest of The Book Witch was, this part hit me upside the head, and it was a glimmering lighthouse of sincerity in a sea of eye-roll-inducing prose. With that guiding the rest of the novel (and Rainy March’s journey), it actually managed to have some real heart.

With that said: does the end justify the means? Despite the poignant story behind The Book Witch, I don’t think it excuses any of the heinous prose that happened before the big reveal. Just because the story is a book-within-a-book doesn’t mean that fictional authors can’t write well. I just don’t believe that a dying old woman would write like a millennial in 2012 on Wattpad with too much time on her hands. Even though the Rainy March series is a bestselling series in-universe, I just don’t buy that something with such juvenile writing would be aimed at adults and gain the traction that it did. Having these books be a fluffy series of bestsellers doesn’t excuse the mountain of plot conveniences and tired tropes. It’s like Shaffer got so caught up in how a fictional bestseller would be written that she stumbled headfirst into every possible writing pitfall. The sad thing is that The Book Witch could’ve been so much more enjoyable and touching if not for that—the bones were here, but the meat (the book-within-a-book itself) was completely spoiled.

All in all, a novel that was worth the poignant message about the books that change us…but as a book, it didn’t change me. Honestly, it just really annoyed me. 2.5 stars.

The Book Witch is a standalone, but Meg Shaffer is also the author of The Wishing Game and The Lost Story.

Today’s song:

saw phoebe bridgers live for the first time last night (!!!!) and I’m still reeling from it!! I was really hoping she’d play this, and I just about spontaneously combusted when she did…what a magical night :,)

That’s it for this week’s Book Review Tuesday! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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Book Review Tuesday (10/13/26) – Chicano Frankenstein

Posted on by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Tuesday, bibliophiles!

Here we are, back at the confluence of Latine Heritage Month and spooky season. I try to read at least a few books that fall into both categories around this time of year—something spooky or marginally horror-adjacent (because you know me, I can barely do full-on horror). Chicano Frankenstein isn’t horror by any means, but I was intrigued by its Frankenstein-inspired premise. Unfortunately, this novel felt more dead than its reanimated protagonist.

Enjoy this week’s review!

Chicano Frankenstein – Daniel Olivas

In a near-future United States, reanimated people are the hot-button issue. As the president decries these “stitchers” who are stealing jobs from living Americans, an unnamed, reanimated paralegal navigates this hostile landscape. As the stigma against him increases and his social situation becomes more dire, he becomes more desperate than ever to uncover something he’s been searching for all his life: his history before he was brought back to life.

TW/CW: racism, discrimination (fictional), xenophobia, medical content, murder, hate crime, sexual content, descriptions of injury/car accident (past)

I’ll get this out of the way: I wanted to enjoy Chicano Frankenstein, but I really didn’t. But as fun as indulging the righteous haterism within me is, I do try and make an effort to at least find a few positive elements about books that I don’t like. Thankfully, Chicano Frankenstein made that easy. Although most of the novel was a slog, Olivas’s worldbuilding was excellent. He goes into exhaustive detail about the history of reanimation technology, how it’s affected legislation and the daily life of Americans, the stigmas surrounding it, and how it has affected politics. It’s a pretty obvious satire of the anti-immigration rhetoric that’s run rampant in the U.S. for centuries, and it’s effective as a satire. The integration of news segments, transcripts from the Oval Office, and all of the discussions about the midterms made this feel like it could easily be a hot-button issue the day after tomorrow. The President—who I imagined as very Marjorie Taylor-Green-esque, basically a genderbent Trump—felt appropriately beyond bigoted, and the bits of her flagrantly insulting her cabinet were funny…until I remembered that this is normal in the White House now. I appreciated the nods (obvious as they were) to Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, and even though this novel is thematically different, I enjoyed all the tips of the hat to the source material.

Olivas has a very detached narrative style for Chicano Frankenstein, which was a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it suited the protagonist, who is only referred to as “the man.” I liked that detachment since it made so much sense for the character, and it gave it an interesting stylistic bent—it reminded me a lot of Ole Munch from Fargo, strangely. A man is grateful, etc. Olivas employs a lot of short, choppy sentences, which worked for the man’s one-track mind. But while that detachment worked for the man, the same detachment was glossed over the entire novel, which gave me little reason to care for everybody else. Even when the POV switched, that same style carried over, which didn’t make much sense to apply to everybody else. When the novel should’ve been right at the heart of the human side of the reanimation issue, I felt about as omniscient as a satellite watching from space: I just felt miles of distance between myself and the characters when I really shouldn’t have.

Learning that Daniel Olivas is mainly a short story/novella writer made a lot of sense. Chicano Frankenstein is just shy of the 200-page mark, but even then, it felt like Olivas was trying to inflate the page length to make Chicano Frankenstein feel like a full-length novel. That isn’t always a problem in and of itself, but it was just so obvious; I’ll get back to this later, but you’ve got entire passages of characters explaining landmarks and places like they’re reading straight from TripAdvisor reviews on too many occasions. The man finds a picture book in his old belongings—intriguing glimpse into his past life, right?—but then Olivas proceeds to paste in the entirety of said picture book into the narrative. Chicano Frankenstein would’ve been so much more effective as a novella, but as it is right now, Olivas just added so many erroneous elements that had no business clogging up the narrative.

Unfortunately, that mixed bag of Olivas’s sparse prose had no positives when it came to the dialogue. I left Chicano Frankenstein wondering when the last time that Olivas had interacted with a real person was. The protagonist’s dry, unvarnished dialogue was understandable, because he was, in a way, born yesterday. Everybody else? There was no excuse for what was going on there. Everybody talked so damn stiffly, with a complete lack of natural speech rhythm. Characters would reference books, and the entire conversation would get derailed so they could point out facts about the book or the author, high school book report-style. There’s a whole fucking sequence where one of the protagonist’s sassy coworkers regurgitates factoids about this one museum like she’s a college tour guide reading off bullet points from a clipboard. It was ridiculous. It was just blatantly out of touch from how any real person speaks.

An extension of the issue of Chicano Frankenstein’s grating dialogue was that, in addition to Olivas not being able to write natural dialogue, he apparently also can’t write women to save his life. It got to a point where I had to brace myself whenever any female characters were introduced. Faustina was the main woman in the story, and although there was a smidge of potential with the classic Frankenstein dynamic with the love interest being the only one who sees past his monstrosity, there was no followup whatsoever. That’s mostly because Faustina only functioned as a sexy love interest with no depth or purpose beyond saying “hey guapo 😏” to the protagonist and cooking for him. I think the only reason that Faustina barely passes the sexy lamp test is that she serves to cook for the man and drive him places, which still puts her firmly in service to him at all times…even though SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A LAWYER. (My best friend suggested that she’s instead a “sexy Uber,” since she still retains mobility, but it’s all in service to the male protagonist.) With the other women, Olivas was clearly attempting to make them sassy and cool, or something, which crashed and burned with a combination of the already heinous dialogue and Olivas only seeming to understand women to the degree of sass vehicles who dispense catty but worldly dating advice. (The scene with Faustina and Grace at the bar was particularly awful. I wanted to take a bite out of my walls by the end.) Bottom line: Olivas needs to remember how real people talk, but also remember that women are autonomous beings that do more than cook, be sexy, and produce dating tips.

All in all, a scathing critique of our current moment that succeeded with its commentary and worldbuilding, but fell short on…well, everything else. Daniel A. Olivas knows how reanimated people work, but apparently not living, breathing people. 2 stars.

Chicano Frankenstein is a standalone, but Daniel Olivas is also the author of several novels, novellas, and short story collections, including The Book of Want, How to Date a Flying Mexican, Anywhere but L.A., and many others.

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That’s it for this week’s Book Review Tuesday! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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Book Review Tuesday (10/6/26) – The River and the Star (The Warring Gods, #2)

Posted on by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Tuesday, bibliophiles!

I read The Sun and the Void back in 2024 and really enjoyed it; although I didn’t remember everything about the plot, I figured I would go ahead and pick up the sequel. Thankfully, I didn’t have too much trouble readjusting to the world, but that was the least of my problems. The River and the Star had its moments, but I feel like I read a book from a completely different series.

Now, tread lightly! This review contains spoilers for book one in the series, The Sun and the Void. For my review of book one, click here!

Enjoy this week’s review!

The River and the Star (The Warring Gods, #2) – Gabriela Romero Lacruz

Reina and Eva’s lives will never be the same.

Both of them are now in thrall to separate gods—the god of the Sun and the god of the Void. While Reina revels in a new domestic life with her girlfriend Maior, Eva struggles with the dark powers brewing inside of her. But trouble is on the horizon for Tierra’e Sol, with armies of wretched tinieblas invading the shores. As the gods grow hungrier for power, Reina and Eva must choose which side they belong to—and which side is worth fighting for in the first place.

TW/CW: rape, violence, murder, colonialism, religious bigotry (fictional), descriptions of injury

There’s a specific brand of overlong genre fiction book that just leaves you thinking “this could’ve been an email.” I’m all for languishing and having narrative elements that aren’t necessarily practical, but some books have no business being over 500 pages. Unfortunately, The River and the Star was one of them.

It’s been two years since I read The Sun and the Void, and back then, I remembered really enjoying it, for the most part: the Venezuela-inspired setting, commentary on colonialism and war, compelling characters, artful prose. Somehow, The River and the Star treated all of those positive elements as an afterthought, and I think that’s where Lacruz went wrong. Everything about this novel seemed simultaneously overlong and dialed back: the prose is somewhat duller, the commentary feels less cutting, and everything that made the characters compelling is either rehashed or forgotten entirely. At a certain point, I had to accept that this wouldn’t be a satisfying end to the duology just because Lacruz had drained most of the juice out of the narrative. It’s just a shell of book one.

So what, you might ask, filled that void (no pun intended) left by all that? 500+ pages of unnecessary angst. Half of what “drives” the plot of The River and the Star ended up being overwritten angst and yearning. Listen, I’m all for a good yearn, but this was just too cornily written. It almost made me wonder if there was some pressure on Lacruz to make it more of a romantasy, because I feel like we took a hard left from the nuance of book one into “oooooh he’s a morally gray sexy man 😏 but NOW he’s turning into a DEMON 😏” COME ON. Eva and Javier’s dynamic was strange enough in book one, but I feel like it never got rectified in The River and the Star; all of his borderline abuse got swept under the rug, which, for a novel that wasn’t afraid to condemn the ways that men in positions of power use physical and sexual violence as leverage, felt exceedingly weird. As for Reina and Maior, they were all sunshine, rainbows, and overwritten sex scenes, and until the last 50 pages, quite flat as characters. It’s just such a letdown after how layered they were in book one.

That’s not even acknowledging just how boring the Rahmagut/Ches plot turned out to be. It just felt like a disservice to turn the complexity of The Sun and the Void into a very black-and-white story about people being puppeteered by the gods of light and dark. There’s a fancy macguffin, a Big and Bombastic Climax where The End Of The World Is At Stake, ooooooooh, but everything gets wrapped up in a nice bow at the end. There’s nothing inherently wrong with doing that in a fantasy novel, but given that The Sun and the Void really got into the weeds about power, the nature of revolutions, and, oh, the moral complexity inside each and every person no matter their chosen cause, it felt especially cheap. Plus, while Eva predictably had some serious consequences to being puppeteered by Rahmagut, it’s like Lacruz just straight up forgot that Reina was a vessel for a whole god. If the synopsis didn’t say anything about her being possessed, I would’ve had no clue. Whoops. Seems like a pretty important detail, I dunno…

To be fair, The River and the Star wasn’t all bad. I’m just bitter that a lot of what I loved about The Sun and The Void got chucked in the trash, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t enjoy a few moments of it. I think the political intrigue was at least salvaged, even if it was less nuanced than it was in book one. With the plotlines of all the squabbling families and Eva and Reina being vessels for Ches and Rahmagut (which was, in and of itself, an invasion of autonomy), I feel like Lacruz did an excellent job of continuing the thematic thread of the loss of autonomy and independence, both personally and as a vital part of the revolution. Maior’s subplot with Laurel accentuated that wonderfully, and she was one of the few characters that got spared the fate of the others and was developed more meaningfully. As a kind of end to the revolution/liberation plotline, I feel like this was a decently executed thread, even if the rest of the novel didn’t quite hold water.

All in all, a sequel with enough redeeming moments to keep it afloat, but none of the staying power of its predecessor. 3 stars.

The River and the Star is the final book in the Warring Gods duology, which began with The Sun and the Void. She is also the author of the forthcoming novel Song of Fallen Stars, which is Slater for release in 2027.

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Book Review Tuesday (9/29/26) – Sunward

Posted on by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Tuesday, bibliophiles!

It feels like this is my first time reading William Alexander, but technically it isn’t. My first experience of his writing was ages ago; I picked up his MG novel Goblin Secrets when I was about 10 or 11 (I think? My memory’s hazy on it, to be honest) and didn’t like it. But I wasn’t the best judge of taste back then (even if the average ratings for Goblin Secrets are rather low), and plus, Sunward was his first book for adults, and things are bound to have changed.

For whatever reason, it’s so difficult to find sci-fi books by Latine authors. I don’t know if it’s the publishing industry or some other thing, but I feel like for Latine authors specifically, they’re so few and far between. That’s part of why I was so excited to see Sunward out in the wild. I’m so glad to report that although past Madeline didn’t like Goblin Secrets, Sunward is not to be missed.

Enjoy this week’s review!

Sunward – William Alexander

When faced with the decision to follow in her parents’s footsteps as interplanetary politicians, Tova Lir chose a quieter life. She works as an interstellar courier, ferrying private communications across the solar system. But her spaceship doubles as a nursery—Tova raises sentient AIs whose consciousnesses are still on the levels of children and teenagers. When Agatha Panza von Sparkles (she named herself), one of her AI wards, experiences the splintering of her consciousness, Tova has to seek answers in the last place that she wants to go: Earth’s moon, where a deadly explosion has been pinned on its robot population. With the help from her former AI wards, Tova must cross the solar system to save Agatha’s mind from disappearing entirely.

TW/CW: racism, child death, descriptions of injury

Sunward clearly felt like a first-time attempt at a sci-fi novel; there’s less emphasis on the hard mechanics of the worldbuilding, and even with the strong AI element, it rarely veers into any grounded science. Even as a certified sci-fi girlie, that’s not a dig at William Alexander in the slightest. In fact, that’s part of why I loved Sunward so much. It wasn’t burdened by any of the rigid genre conventions that some authors adhere to, and it frequently bucked against what sci-fi is “supposed to be.” Alexander was unafraid to make his solar system unabashedly quirky—it almost felt like Wes Anderson’s take on straight-up sci-fi post-Asteroid City, from the precocious characters to the charm of the solar system’s cultures. There’s a sun-based cult on Mercury. The Moon has wacky mushroom architecture. The gang runs into a theater troupe of mostly robots that perform Twelfth Night in sign language. There’s a pretentious poet and her screaming parrot. Some of the more deliberately twee bits (ex. Agatha Panza von Sparkles) did get grating at times, but for the most part, it made for such a delightful novel. It’s just so charming and strange, and I loved every second of being in Alexander’s new solar system.

As a whole, the worldbuilding of Sunward was a mixed bag. But something that Alexander really excelled at in this novel was the cultural aspects of the worldbuilding. Our solar system is flung far into the future, with human settlements on many of the planets familiar to us, but each of them felt so culturally distinct. Alexander did such an amazing job feel like every planet’s people was unique, and even within the planets, giving them different groups and points of conflict. The same goes for his depictions of human-robot relations; they also differed from planet to planet, but different characters had different culturally specific reasons for the positions that they had. In particular, I loved the whole group of people isolated on a spaceship that developed their own sign language after an illness rendered most of the crew Deaf—that was a fascinating aspect, and I loved that unique inclusion in the novel. It was just so clear that there was tons of thought put into this future vision of the solar system, and I loved it.

Of course, you all know that I’m a sucker for found family. It’s old news at this point, but loving stories like this has made me picky about which ones actually feel like family. Sunward, in the end, knocked it out of the park. Tova was such a strong character, and I loved that her stoic outward presence didn’t contradict the love that she had for her robot children and the people around her—in fact, it only enhanced the protectiveness she felt for them. She was a great protagonist, but the side characters made this novel shine even more. Sunward’s dynamic was way more of a dysfunctional found family, which is pretty much par for the course, considering that this novel is basically just a solar system-wide quest to reunite all of Tova’s AI children. Tova’s getting the band back together, and it…doesn’t go to plan. Alexander did a great job of meshing all of the characters’s clashing desires and making this found family painfully chaotic, but still funny. It’s very much “we’ve all been tossed together in this spaceship with a vague common goal, and we all have to tough it out,” but by the end, in spite of all the squabbling, they stick together. That being said, a lot of the characters were too underdeveloped for it to fully feel like a family until the last few chapters. I would’ve loved Sunward to be longer for several reasons, and this was the most prominent one for sure. But for what it was, Sunward’s resonant love for family and sympathy for outsiders made it a tenderly emotional novel.

Unfortunately, that first-time sci-fi writer element that I praised earlier dragged Sunward down in some places. While I was willing to suspend my disbelief for a lot of this novel, there was a complete lack of context for a few too many of the worldbuilding elements. Sunward is set in our solar system, but the only context that Alexander gives us is that we’re “far in the future.” We don’t know the year, how many centuries it’s been since we’ve colonized the stars, and how long that took. Listen—I don’t need all of the answers, but given that Earth has been abandoned for nebulous reasons, we still retain some pop culture from antiquated Earth eras, and there’s some semblance of advanced technology, it would’ve helped to have at least a rough timeline of how we colonized the solar system, and more importantly, why. The same would’ve helped with some context around the human-robot tensions, but that was at least easier to extrapolate from context clues; still, I would’ve liked more than just vibes and ideas that haven’t been hashed over in other robot-related sci-fi. Granted, I thoroughly enjoyed Sunward, but it desperately needed some more ground to stand on in terms of the worldbuilding.

All in all, a heartfelt and quirky vision of our solar system in the future, and the love that brings people together within it. 4 stars!

Sunward is a standalone and William Alexander’s first novel for adults. He is also the author of several other books for children, including Goblin Secrets, Ghoulish Song, Ambassador, Nomad, A Properly Unhaunted Place, and A Festival of Ghosts.

Today’s song:

I’ve finally listened to Cate Le Bon’s entire discography (album-wise)…Me Oh My is my least favorite, but it’s still so fun

That’s it for this week’s Book Review Tuesday! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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Book Review Tuesday (9/22/26) – Blue-Skinned Gods

Posted on by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Tuesday, bibliophiles, and happy fall equinox/bisexual visibility day eve!

Since this week is Bisexual Visibility Week, I figured I would read some books to supercharge my own bisexuality celebrate the occasion. I’m normally not a huge literary fiction reader, but I read SJ Sindu’s graphic novel Tall Water back in May and really enjoyed it, so I figured I’d give more of their works a try. Blue-Skinned Gods turned out to be quite an impactful novel!

Enjoy this week’s review!

Blue-Skinned Gods – SJ Sindu

Kalki was born with sky-blue skin. His parents, believing he is the reincarnation of the god Vishnu, set up an ashram where they make a living off of Kalki’s supposed healing powers. As Kalki gets older, the cracks in his identity and his father’s manipulation of him begin to grow. But on a pilgrimage to New York City, Kalki discovers that the carefully-constructed narrative of his life may not live up to what his father made them out to be, and that the only way to discover his true nature—godly, human, or something else entirely—is to break free of his father’s grip.

TW/CW: child abuse, religious bigotry, cancer, loss of loved ones, emotional & physical abuse, sexual content, suicide, attempted murder

There’s a moment that I particularly liked in Blue-Skinned Gods that, to me, exemplifies the best qualities of SJ Sindu’s writing. When Kalki first arrives in New York City, he describes the traffic as rivaling that of India, with the rickshaws replaced by yellow cabs. It struck me, and it really made me laugh—I feel like a lot of the Orientalist rhetoric that we hear about India is about how crowded and unclean the streets are and how out of control the traffic is, and this passage felt like a slap upside the head to all of those tropes. But Sindu didn’t write it necessarily as such: it was just how Kalki processed his first experiences of the city. The impact of that observation was how a lot of the themes were delivered—everything had layers of satire, nuance, and emotion, and it just felt downright clever. Sindu’s writing engrossed me in the setting and delivered its messages all folded up into one: neither was separate from the other, and that’s what sets their writing apart to me.

Sindu’s buildup of Kalki’s character was one of the strongest aspects of this novel. His narrative voice, with his strong sense of justice and deep sensitivity to the corruption of the world around him, gave the novel a very tender aspect, especially considering the cruel hand that he and his family and friends were dealt. Kalki deals with his fair share of trauma, and Sindu did an excellent job of depicting it respectfully and not milking it into gratuitous trauma porn. (That being said, take heed of the trigger warnings. Blue-Skinned Gods is definitely a difficult novel to read.) There was a kind of innocence to him, but it was rooted in his belief of justice and his godly duty to right the wrongs of the world. Once he breaks away from his abusive father’s grip and comes into his own, his journey to true self-discovery was heartbreaking and heartwarming; on the one hand, Sindu’s portrayal of everything he’s built his life on come crumbling down almost instantaneously was just plain sad, but seeing Kalki’s rocky journey towards advocating for himself and not letting himself be manipulated by other people was so fulfilling. It’s clear that Sindu put so much love into Kalki, and every page was proof.

Strangely, I feel like Blue-Skinned Gods isn’t as much about religion in the end—it plays a part, but not the whole. It’s about people wanting to believe in something so desperately that they’re willing to do callous things to the people caught in the crossfire. Kalki’s childhood is stripped away just because his father knows the power of people who just want to see miracles—and because his father knows that it’s profitable to bring false miracles to people. When Kalki escapes to New York City and finds refuge in Lakshman and his band, he’s told that his father has been using him, but then gets manipulated by the band so that they can profit off of his identity as well, just in a different way. I think it’s also about how otherness is seen as profitable, and how when the othered person doesn’t want to be commodified, they become something to despise and fear in the eyes of the majority. Sindu had so much to say with Blue-Skinned Gods, but for the most part, she did an excellent job of addressing it without it coming off preachy—the narrative just lended itself to so many ethical and emotional questions, and Sindu navigated all of them with aplomb.

For the most part, Blue-Skinned Gods was such a strong book. Sindu was willing to let the reader absorb the weight of all the emotions in this novel, even though it spans around 20 years and there are a lot of events to dwell on. However, the same kindness was not shown to the ending. Without spoiling anything, it felt like such a climactic moment chock full of complicated and horrific emotions, like many of the events throughout Kalki’s life. There’s so much buildup, and then it’s over and done in about a page, as is the emotional fallout. It was an ending that made me think that there were at least 5-10 more pages, but it just ended—that was it? Why did this moment not get the same treatment as the rest of the traumatic events in this novel? It didn’t take away from my rating of this novel, but I feel like it needed more room to breathe, and much too abrupt for something so emotionally charged.

All in all, an affecting novel of religion, identity, and the lengths you’re willing to go to just to believe in something. 4 stars!

Blue-Skinned Gods is a standalone, but SJ Sindu is also the author of several other books for children, teens, and adults, including Marriage of a Thousand Lies, The Goth House Experiment, Tall Water (with Dion MBD), and Shakti. They also contributed to the anthology Be Gay, Do Crime.

Today’s song:

IT’S FINALLY HERE

That’s it for this week’s Book Review Tuesday! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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Book Review Tuesday (9/15/26) – Summer in the City of Roses

Posted on by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Tuesday, bibliophiles, and more importantly, happy National Hispanic & Latine Heritage Month!

I’m kicking off the occasion with a novel that’s been languishing on my TBR for way too long. I don’t remember where exactly I heard about it, but I was intrigued by the cover and the unusual premise. Though I wasn’t immediately familiar with the myths and fairytales that it drew from, Summer in the City of Roses stands as something uniquely itself, regardless of its inspirations.

Enjoy this week’s review!

Summer in the City of Roses – Michelle Ruiz Keil

Iph and Orr are inseparable. Ever since Orr began showing signs of anxiety, Iph has been his protector, making their way around Portland in the early ’90s together. But when their father sends Orr off to a wilderness camp without Iph’s knowledge, she’s beyond betrayed. Unbeknownst to Iph, Orr snuck off into the woods the minute that he arrived at the camp. Now on separate journeys to find their way back to each other, Iph and Orr will stop at nothing to reunite, no matter the bizarre trials they encounter on the way.

TW/CW: transphobia/deadnaming, kidnapping, substance abuse, animal cruelty, homophobia, domestic violence

First off: this is a weird book. It’s weirder than a lot of mainstream YA dares to get, which I greatly enjoyed. In a publishing landscape dominated by all manner of fairytale and myth retellings, Summer in the City of Roses dared to do something radically new, and while it wasn’t completely successful, it’s a bright spot of individuality in the YA landscape.

I wasn’t familiar with the myth of Iphigenia or the Brothers Grimm’s “Brother and Sister,” the two fairytales and myths that Summer in the City of Roses was based on; once I looked into them more, there were so many fun Easter eggs that were hidden throughout. But even without that context, it felt so much like a fairytale. The strange, winding nature of the plot, as well as the oddball characters that Iph and Orr encounter along their quest, were so archetypal, but beyond that, just pure fun. Ruiz Keil’s prose gave the novel a Wes Anderson feel, especially when it came to the narrative voice and the way the characters acted and spoke. (George felt very Rushmore to me.) There’s a wandering nonbinary Robin Hood type with a mini pitbull, a band of Riot Grrrls, covens of witches from San Fransisco—it’s just unabashedly ’90s and unabashedly quirky, at that. It’s just so charming all the way through. And though I’ve never been to Portland—much less in the early ’90s—Ruiz Keil’s love for the city shone through in every page. There’s a lot of fun references to the pop culture and music scene at the time, as well as past musical movements (BRIAN ENO AND OBLIQUE STRATEGIES MENTIONED!!) It’s a charming, punk fairytale dressed in flannel with the spirit of Riot Grrrl activism and siblingly love. Summer in the City of Roses is seriously one of a kind.

Iph and Orr are at the heart of Summer in the City of Roses, and their relationship was written so tenderly. Iph’s uncertain yet determined spirit was so poignant, and Ruiz Keil captured that feeling of being a teenage girl at the crossroads of life so well. Her experiences with her mixed-race identity, with a Greek father and a Mexican mother who was rather secretive about her culture and past, resonated so much with me as a mixed-race person with Latine heritage. Orr was so wonderful, and his sensitive was dealt with so well; I also loved seeing both Iph and Orr casually come into their queerness. What stood out to me though was that despite there being all of this amazing representation, Ruiz Keil didn’t automatically translate it into modern terms that would’ve been out of place in the ’90s. (She talks in the author’s note about not choosing to use any pronouns for George, as nonbinary identity wasn’t as well known/understood in the mainstream ’90s culture as it is today, although it existed without question.) Iph and Orr are decidedly queer, and Orr is decidedly neurodivergent; a less deft author would’ve inserted all manner of 2020’s therapy/PSA-speak into the narrative, but Ruiz Keil toed the line between modernizing their identities while still respecting them as identities that existed in the ’90s, and have always been a part of history.

Naturally, a book dealing with the Riot Grrrl movement and the punk/activist culture of Portland in the ’90s would deal with a lot of social issues, and Summer in the City of Roses certainly did. Not a lot of YA literature deals with subjects surrounding sex work, especially considering the audience; but I like that Ruiz Keil touches on this, and humanizes sex workers and explains a lot of the rationale behind the activism. There are discussions about homophobia and transphobia, Latine and mixed-race identity, spirituality, and unhoused people, but through it all, what made it so meaningful was that Ruiz Keil took such a great deal of care in humanizing all of the marginalized groups she talks about. That being said, a lot of these discussions are delivered in a kind of PSA style at the worst of times; this style is also applied to any other subject that Iph learns about, which made some of the discussions drag for me. However, this is YA, and for a teen audience unfamiliar with these subjects, it might be more beneficial. Chances are, it was only an issue for me because I’ve aged out of the target audience.

A lot of the reviews for Summer in the City of Roses commented on how jarring the transition in this novel was from fairytale-inspired realistic fiction to straight-up magical realism. To be fair, I saw that it had been tagged on the Storygraph as magical realism, so I had some idea of what I was in for. Once I got to this portion of the story, the genre transition wasn’t that abrupt to me: Ruiz Keil’s writing already had the air of a fairytale, even if the actual fantastical elements didn’t come in until the eleventh hour. My problem was more about their execution. The hard left turn into fantasy was quite messy; it’s clear that Ruiz Keil had a lot of ideas and a lot to say about them, but they all tangled into a jumbled mess at the end. The ending had the potential to be so powerful, but everything was so tangled that the message got lost. I feel like part of the issue is that it needed more time to breathe—50 more pages would’ve done the trick for making sure that this element felt substantially integrated into the narrative. Summer in the City of Roses was just shy of a 4-star read for me, but this mishandled ending was why it didn’t get the full 4 stars from me in the end.

All in all, a daringly weird and ambitious novel with lots of aspirations—most of them fulfilled, but with some unfortunately left in pieces. 3.75 stars!

Summer in the City of Roses is a standalone, but Michelle Ruiz Keil is also the author of All Of Us With Wings and contributed to the anthology Dispatches from Anarres: Tales in Tribute to Ursula K. LeGuin.

Today’s song:

That’s it for this week’s Book Review Tuesday! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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Book Review Tuesday (9/8/26) – The Folded Sky (White Space, #3)

Posted on by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Tuesday, bibliophiles!

I got hooked on Elizabeth Bear’s White Space series back in January. I figured I’d order The Folded Sky (on Bookshop.org of course…if you’re still ordering books on Amazon, go here instead!! Your money goes to indie bookstores and not Bezos!) with some leftover birthday money. Like all the other installations in this series, The Folded Sky did not disappoint.

NOTE: The Folded Sky is the third book in the White Space series, and while it doesn’t contain spoilers for books 1 and 2, it’s difficult to understand without the context that they give. For my reviews of the first two books, click below!

Enjoy this week’s review!

The Folded Sky (White Space, #3) – Elizabeth Bear

Dr. Sunyata Song was supposed to live a quiet life as a historian. Her studies of the Baomind—an ancient, moon-sized artificial intelligence created by a long-dead alien race—have so far not disturbed this. But a once-in-a-lifetime research opportunity to study the Baomind drags Sunya, her wife, and her two teenage kids out to the farthest edges of the galaxy. Sunya is elated, but she soon realizes that she’s in over her head, between the presence of her longtime academic rival, a potential murder plot, and the dying red giant that the Baomind orbits. In the midst of all this conflict, Sunya must make a choice as to what matters most to her—and all of the people around her.

TW/CW: kidnapping, child endangerment, gun violence, murder

Whoever was in charge of writing a succinct blurb for the back of this book needs a raise. Seriously. There is so much going on in The Folded Sky, and the blurb is just the tip of the iceberg. There’s the giant alien AI, of course. But that’s not even the biggest plot point. You’ve got pirates. Incredibly heated historian beef. A murder mystery on a janky space station. Red giants with horrifying implications. Did I mention pirates?

Elizabeth Bear’s characters are the reason that the White Space series as a whole works so well. Book by book, she’s not only created an increasingly multilayered and complex world, but shown it to us through the eyes of people (and systers) who are refreshingly flawed and lovable. I was already sold on the concept of a sleep-deprived, slightly-too-committed historian and her long-suffering but patient alien wife as the protagonists already, but Bear developed them so far beyond that concept; Sunya was one of the series’s most well-realized characters. She’s somebody who tries so hard to be civil and unbiased, but is not-so-secretly very impulsive and prone to being hotheaded—it’s a funny combination, but more importantly, it felt so real. Anybody with a strong sense of justice who’s also incredibly emotional can relate—all of her righteous seething about Vickee was so relatable. Her family dynamic was so heartwarming; Bear could’ve easily gone down the “teenagers are so annoying, hahaha look at them being stupid” route, but I loved how Salvie points out that Luna’s outbursts are just versions of Sunya herself (much to her dismay). Salvie and Sunya were such a lovely couple, and their devotion to their children—and justice as a whole—was the novel’s beating heart. Aside from Salvie being an alien, they felt like a family you could meet any old day, and that’s what sets the White Space series apart as a whole—nobody makes aliens (and people) as real as Bear.

Just when you think the worldbuilding of the White Space series can’t possibly get better…IT’S ELIZABETH BEAR WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!! INCOMPREHENSIBLE MOON-SIZED AI, COMIN’ RIGHT ATCHA! I love her no-holds-barred approach to making the Synarche unabashedly weird, and she followed through on that mission in The Folded Sky. This novel takes us to the more backwater, less technologically-advanced parts of the universe, and the experience of seeing what’s considered backwater in the first place is. All of the new Systers that get introduced were delightful. (Dr. Nonsense was a favorite of mine…you know I love a cephalopod, but Bear did an excellent job of making it more than just a cephalopod in space!) The Baomind itself was so meticulously thought-out, and even after Machine, Bear really pushes the limits on how strange robots and AI can get; I loved the song communication, and the twists that Sunya discovers in her studies are too fascinating to spoil. Either way, it’s proof that Bear is a worldbuilder in her prime, and this series is all th better for it.

The main reason that The Folded Sky didn’t get the full 5 stars from me was the pacing; for a series whose books that I’ve routinely gobbled up hundreds of pages of in one sitting, The Folded Sky had a slower start. But once that hurdle was jumped over, this novel was excellently executed from start to finish. I mentioned the dozens of disparate plot elements earlier, and juggling all of them would be a Herculean task for any author (much less whoever had to condense all that into a blurb). What struck me about The Folded Sky is that out of all of those facets of the plot, none of them were treated as afterthoughts. They were all a critical part of the tangled web of the novel. The murder mystery was just as compelling as Sunya’s historical work, as was the rivalry she had with Vickee and the pirates and everything else. Bear made it look easy, connecting threads that I couldn’t imagine connecting. Of course, it wasn’t perfect—in addition to the beginning, the climax was more drawn out than felt reasonable—but for a plot this jam-packed with different elements, Bear pulled it off surprisingly well.

But I feel like the chaos that the characters are mired in was so crucial to the central themes of The Folded Sky. For one thing, there was the whole Folded Sky concept in a series, and its connections to integrative complexity (new concept that I learned! And they say that only nonfiction is educational…thanks, Elizabeth Bear!) and being able to see issues and their consequences from multiple perspectives, and not, as Dr. Nonsense said, a human binary of only two sides. That was already a very powerful theme, but the chaos also related back to Sunya and her family. Though I don’t have any firsthand experience with parenthood, I loved how this theme was written; you bring children into the world, and you want to protect them from a world that is often cruel and unpredictable, and while you can’t protect them from everything, you desperately want to try. And either way, Sunya and her family are able to keep somewhat levelheaded because of the love they have for each other, and the love that they foster in their community. Overall, The Folded Sky is an ode to the power of multiplicity and many perspectives, whether that’s community-building, family, or studying history.

One more bonus point—look, I know “Life On Mars?” is one of Bowie’s most well-known songs, but the fact that it was referenced in passing still made me giddy.

All in all, a poignant and deeply moving addition to one of the best space opera series out there today. 4.5 stars!

The Folded Sky is the third book in the White Space series, preceded by Ancestral Night (1) and Machine (2). Elizabeth Bear is also the author of several other series, including the New Amsterdam series (New Amsterdam, Seven for a Secret, The White City, Ad Eternum, and Garrett Investigates), the Jacob’s Ladder trilogy (Dust, Sanction, and Grail) and many others.

Today’s song:

That’s it for this week’s Book Review Tuesday! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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Book Review Tuesday (9/1/26) – Unconquerable Sun

Posted on by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Tuesday, bibliophiles!

I’ve had my eye on Unconquerable Sun for several years; it’s appeared on several lists of queer sci-fi books that have caught my attention, and a loose retelling of the story of Alexander the Great seemed interesting enough. Unfortunately, Unconquerable Sun was overblown, overwritten, and kind of a waste of 500+ pages.

Enjoy this week’s review!

Unconquerable Sun (The Sun Chronicles, #1) – Kate Elliott

The Republic of Chaonia is in chaos. Princess Sun has come of age, and the throne that she’s inheriting is one of immense responsibility. Her mother, the Queen-Marshal Eirene, commanded armies and seemed to pull off miracles in order to keep their empire afloat. With a ruthless court and bloodthirsty enemies on all sides, Princess Sun must fight to earn her name—and keep her planet alive.

TW/CW: war themes, human experimentation, xenophobia (fictional), violence, murder

Unconquerable Sun wasn’t bad enough for a full-on DNF. I didn’t hate it, but I certainly didn’t enjoy reading it. Ultimately, the reason I slogged through it was because it felt like the book equivalent of the sunk-cost fallacy: I’d already gotten halfway through and I was at least vaguely curious as to what would happen, so I saw it through to the end. Sadly, things really didn’t pick up from there—this novel is 528 pages of mediocre worldbuilding and even worse characters.

Unconquerable Sun pairs two writing issues that are a fatal combination. The way that Elliott wrote the dialogue was downright obnoxious. It had that pompousness of somebody trying too hard to make the royalty come across appropriately Royal, which circled back around to just being corny. Suffering through that was already a lot, but then comes the second issue: with one notable exception, almost all of the characters had this exact same voice. Most of their voices were indistinguishable from the other, and to make matters worse, they all had the most annoyingly overwritten dialogue possible. Even the non-royal characters had voices like this, when they reasonably shouldn’t be talking like elitist politicians—it was annoying to read, but more often than not, it didn’t even make sense. It reminded me of Maria Z. Medina’s Mistress of Bones, which, to this novel’s credit, was way worse, but it had a similar issue: it made no sense for most every character to sound the same. It was a headache-inducing combination, one that doomed me to lose interest in this novel early on.

Those issues with the dialogue translated to the characters as well. Most of the characters weren’t terribly distinguishable from one another, and there were countless side characters who didn’t have any business having such a large role in the story. Elliott attempted to do some in-depth development of Princess Sun, but I feel like a lot of the discussions of her living in her mother’s shadow were heavy on the telling and lacking on the showing, making her a somewhat hollow protagonist. (That being said, I liked how Elliott wrote about her being mixed-race, and the depictions of the discrimination she faces and her inner conflict was at least decently done.) Now, remember how I said that all of the characters were/sounded the same, save for one? That’s where we get to the issue with Persephone, who was utterly obnoxious in a secret third way. Elliott was so clearly trying to make her the witty, rebellious one, from the eye roll-inducing chapter names (Rick Riordan and his consequences) to her quippy, Joss Whedon dialogue. Similarly, her seeming issues with family were so glossed over just so she could be the quirky, messy foil to the more stuck-up Princess Sun, a dynamic that couldn’t have been more overdone. It’s a real feat for me to hate most of the cast of a single novel, but somehow, Unconquerable Sun pulled it off.

Unconquerable Sun was a mixed bag in terms of the plotting and pacing. Even though I wasn’t the biggest fan of this novel, I will say that the scenes were nicely plotted and placed. The disastrous royal wedding scene was compelling, and many of the similar scenes were action-packed and kept me hooked enough to see this novel through to the end. I’m not too keen on military sci-fi as a subgenre, but the fight scenes were well-paced and the action solidly written. Other than that, I really don’t think Unconquerable Sun needed to be this long; there was a significant lull in the middle that mostly consisted of the main cast running in circles that definitely needed to be trimmed down by at least 50 pages minimum. (I peeked at the sequel, Furious Heaven, and that one is over 700 pages…UH OH.) This novel was just too overwritten for its own good—it mostly affected the characters, but the plot wasn’t spared either.

To Elliott’s credit, the worldbuilding was solid. The bones of Unconquerable Sun’s world were well-thought out, and she did a good job of building up the history of all of the factions and all of their issues. The court intrigue was decently written, and it was the only place where the insufferably highfalutin dialogue worked. That was one of the only aspects of the novel that I wanted more of, but it was often left in the dust in favor of pew pew pew military sci-fi time. I’d mostly seen Unconquerable Sun advertised for said court intrigue, but it’s solidly military sci-fi (the Guardian review quite literally called it a “shoot ’em up,” so that’s on me for not seeing that. My fault, not the book’s fault). I wish this had been developed more, but it did a good job of humanizing the people caught in the crossfire of war, from the Phene victims of experimentation and the soldiers who had been drafted against their will; of course, I’m that one friend who’s too woke, but I feel like that could’ve been increased more, and there was some good potential for some commentary on the imperialism rife in this novel. Of course, this is military sci-fi, so this might be an ordering a milkshake from Home Depot situation, but I think my point still stands; military sci-fi, at its best, can be an excellent way to dissect of the horrors of war, imperialism, and unfair exploitation of all kinds.

All in all, a space opera that had too much and too many of everything: overwritten dialogue, forgettable characters, and, overall, just pages. 2 stars.

Unconquerable Sun is the first book in the Sun Chronicles, followed by Furious Heaven and Lady Chaos. Kate Elliott is also the author of several other books for teens and adults, including the Black Wolves series (Black Wolves and Dead Empire), the Jaran series (Jaran, An Earthly Crown, His Conquering Sword, and The Law of Becoming), the Court of Fives trilogy (Court of Fives, Poisoned Blade, and Buried Heart), and many more.

Today’s song:

I keep coming back to this track—it’s not my favorite from lost weekend, but it has some of the album’s best lyrics, hands down

That’s it for this week’s Book Review Tuesday! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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Book Review Tuesday (8/25/26) – Ode to the Half-Broken

Posted on by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Tuesday, bibliophiles!

I found about Ode to the Half-Broken on Instagram via my best friend, who I read this a few days apart from. You know me—I love cozy sci-fi, and this seemed to fit my taste perfectly. Although it didn’t live up to all of my expectations, Ode to the Half-Broken was a solid tale of forgiveness, regret, and letting go.

Enjoy this week’s review!

Ode to the Half-Broken – Suzanne Palmer

Be was designed for war. Twenty years ago, they were created as an unstoppable killing machine and committed countless atrocities in the name of their master. Now, living in the overgrown ruins of the New York Botanical Gardens, they seek to live a quiet life, unencumbered by their past. But an attack that takes their leg leaves Be no choice but to search the ruins of New York City for answers—and what they find might signal another period of darkness for humanity. Joined by Atticus, a cyborg dog with a smart mouth, Be must come to terms with the changing world around them—and the fact that they have changed along with it.

TW/CW: violence, climate change themes/natural disasters, death, descriptions of injury, pandemic, suicide

Without a doubt, the most striking thing about Ode to the Half-Broken was its worldbuilding! Suzanne Palmer did an exceptional job of crafting a vision of post-apocalyptic New York City. Her prose when describing this setting created such a vivid image of an overgrown, partly-in-ruins city. But in terms of the worldbuilding, Palmer really put her money where her mouth was. Through a series of flashbacks spanning several decades, we get so much in-depth information about the climate crisis and how it led to New York City becoming how it is now. Palmer also details so many unique kinds of robots, as well as the complicated relationship that they have with humans, which was very nuanced. Granted, if you’re inclined to climate doom (as I often am), I’d proceed with caution, but it’s at least proof that Palmer did exhaustive research on all of the possibilities stemming from unchecked climate change, from pandemics to the reshaping of our ecosystems. It all felt real, and it was very much a call to action to stop this vision of the future before it’s too late. If nothing else, Ode to the Half-Broken was a great piece of cli-fi that documented the grim potentialities of climate change while not completely collapsing into doom—there’s a vibrant flame of hope that never gets snuffed out.

For the most part, Ode to the Half-Broken worked as a more slow-paced novel. Having read a lot of cozy sci-fi, I feel like this novel qualifies, although the ending certainly pushes the boundary. It’s cozy sci-fi in the way that The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet is: quiet and contemplative, but still readily acknowledging the existence of violence and other societal ills. I loved this novel’s readiness to dwell in the quieter moments, and be content to have long stretches of mostly conversation and ordinary human (and robot) interactions. The pacing was tight, but I think it faltered at the last moments. Palmer pulls off the rare feat of balancing flashbacks with the present in a way that felt natural—they were key to building up to the eventual villain, as well as informing us about the world without vomiting infodumps on the reader—something that’s so hard to do! The climax happens quickly and quite messily, and with a rather abrupt ending; one of the key villains was introduced at the eleventh hour, making the aftermath and ending of Ode to the Half-Broken feel unresolved and sloppy. After all that mess, it just sort of ended at a seemingly random moment—I think this novel would’ve been more successful if, like most of the rest of it, it had been willing to wallow in the feeling for longer. But for the most part, this novel was solidly plotted and paced.

Ode to the Half-Broken was built on character work, from the structure of the novel to the marketing. Unfortunately, that’s the element where it suffered the most. I liked the concepts of all of the characters, but the execution of them left something to be desired. It was mostly their voices that didn’t work for me—Palmer’s writing style was one that I mostly enjoyed, but her character voices were either uninteresting or grating. Be didn’t have a whole lot of personality, and even when they became more of an autonomous being, their personality was quite boring. Most of Atticus’s page time consisted of him delivering corny, MCU-style “witty” one-liners, and he just got on my nerves to no end. (Sidenote: I imagined his voice like Rizzo the Rat from The Muppets. Not sure if that hindered or helped that image. Do with that what you will.) To be fair, Litchfield was an interesting villain, but his character was built up in more organic flashbacks, and not in real time. I didn’t feel one way or another about Murphy, as well as the other side characters—again, the issue was that they were all good concepts, but Palmer didn’t deliver on them beyond the idea of them.

That issue is exacerbated in Be’s arc. A lot hinged on their arc of having to let go of their past, but the issue was that this arc didn’t really change. By the time that we begin Ode to the Half-Broken, they’ve already come to the conclusion that the world has changed, and that they have an active role in making sure that they don’t do any more harm. I think there was an attempted message of the answer being integrating yourself in community instead of self-isolating, which is an arc that I normally would have adored, but I don’t think it was executed as well; with the exception of Be and Atticus, none of the other characters seemed to change much after they were introduced to one another. It comes back around to Palmer’s mediocre character work; with more effort put into the characters, this could’ve been a beautifully-written message about the positive change that community can have on your life and in the world at large (as well as being against hyper-individualism), but the result felt like an afterthought without much tangible character development.

All in all, a dystopia with a richly-imagined world, but that faltered in the very thing it advertised as its draw: its characters. 3.5 stars!

Ode to the Half-Broken is a standalone, but Suzanne Palmer is also the author of the Finder Chronicles (Finder, Driving the Deep, The Scavenger Door, and Ghostdrift).

Today’s song:

I could listen to this song all day!! god, I’m obsessed

That’s it for this week’s Book Review Tuesday! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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Book Review Tuesday (8/18/26) – The Republic of Memory

Posted on by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Tuesday, bibliophiles!

It’s always the best feeling when you find an extra cool-looking book at a bookstore that you’ve never even heard of before. (It’s a rare feeling for me, since I spend too much time reading and engaging with content about reading. Oops. I need to get out more.) That’s what happened with The Republic of Memory, and I recently bought myself a copy (shoutout to the Boulder Bookstore!).The Republic of Memory boasted so many inventive concepts, and it was such an original novel!

Enjoy this week’s book review!

The Republic of Memory (Song of Safina, #1) – Mahmud El Sayed

Onboard the Safina, a generation ship on a 400 year journey, revolution is brewing. Factioning based on one’s language and the tyrannical rule of the Captain have begun to chafe on the thousands of crew members. But when the Safina is plagued by a series of targeted blackouts, many of the disparate crew must come to terms with the fact that the foundations of their ship—and their journey—are about to change forever.

TW/CW: violence, police brutality, xenophobia, murder, homophobia, infertility, sexual content, suicide

Without a doubt, The Republic of Memory is one of the more original sci-fi novels that I’ve read recently. It’s in a subcategory that Mahmud El Sayed calls Arabfuturism, and though I’ve read speculative fiction by Arab authors, it was so fascinating to see all of the cultural aspects integrated into this classic sci-fi setting. The worldbuilding is top-notch, and El Sayed did an amazing job of making the vast, interconnected world of the Safina into such a lived-in place brimming with history. I loved how El Sayed explores the idea of linguistics and language; the Safina is stratified based on language, and he gets into every possible outcome of separating people and groups based on language. Not only that, he gets into so much detail on how this has affected the culture aboard the Safina in the past few centuries, from how translators have become bureaucratic annoyances to a con-lang that mixes at least six different languages becomes a form of resistance. To say that El Sayed put so much thought into The Republic of Memory is a major understatement—this is a massive worldbuilding undertaking that was nothing short of phenomenal.

This novel dissects the beginnings of revolutions like very few others I’ve read have done. Until the end, it’s not terribly action-packed, but I loved that about it; it’s very much in the vein of a political thriller, and you get to see the revolution boiling over and eventually erupting through a kind of slow-burn, tense series of incidents all across this centuries-old generation ship. Along with El Sayed’s expert worldbuilding, there was such an incredible attention to detail paid to every aspect of what could trigger a revolution. We get a complicated, messy history of the Safina and all of the circumstances leading up to it, and The Republic of Memory is, in a way, a trail of hundreds of separate dominoes leading to the climax. It felt like a very honest depiction of how a revolution begins: not in a single, concentrated burst of activity, but a slow implosion over the course of years—in this case, centuries.

The Republic of Memory juggles dozens of POV characters. It’s a hard task, but I think it partially worked. It reminded me of Grace Curtis’s Floating Hotel, which is admittedly a very different book, but it has the same structure of including lots of POV characters in service of telling the story of the vast setting. For El Sayed, it wasn’t the setting that was told through the characters, but the story of a revolution from dozens of different perspectives. Although I wish some of the characters had been developed more, I loved how El Sayed examined the rumblings of a budding revolution through characters of all walks of life. Not all of the characters were likable or necessarily compelling, but I liked how they contributed to different views of how the revolution aboard the Safina was brewing. The execution wasn’t perfect, but I liked the approach that El Sayed took with the characters.

Unfortunately, the big ideas that made The Republic Memory so compelling also became its downfall. El Sayed has so much to say about the nature of language, resistance, and ideologies; for the most part, he’s successful in getting his ideas across. But there was a point when those ideas got so tangled up in the already complex plot that they made said plot even more convoluted than it already was. There were moments where El Sayed was so clearly so deep in his head that he thought it would be perfectly fine to frequently have nigh-incomprehensible chapters in the main con-lang of this novel, which were dizzying, to say the least. (To be fair, said con-lang incorporates elements from at least six different languages, so there’s bits and pieces that you eventually understand, but boy, it takes a long way to get there. And I’m not sure if it was worth it.) In addition, I’m not sure there was enough payoff for all of the established ideas; granted, The Republic of Memory is the first in a duology, but I think El Sayed ran into the classic issue of wanting to have lots of Big Statements on said Big Themes, but there wasn’t nearly enough time to get into everything that he established at the beginning of the novel. It’s a very ambitious novel, but not everything in it was executed neatly enough. I have faith in book two though.

All in all, a densely-packed sci-fi novel with lofty ideas to spare, which was both its strength and its weakness. 3.75 stars!

The Republic of Memory is Mahmud El Sayed’s debut novel, and the first book in the Song of Safina duology; the release date of the sequel has not yet been announced.

Today’s song:

phoebe bridgers + cameron winter doing a duet is seriously a match made in heaven!!

That’s it for this week’s Book Review Tuesday! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!