My kingdom for a map and a dramatis personae!

At about 40% I asked my Buddy Reader "Anyway, what the fuck is [redacted]? What the fuck is [further redacted]? What the fuck was happening with that [redacted] on the [redacted]?"

There were eventually answers to those questions (some sooner than others), but by the time we got to them, I was kind of past caring. In the best possible way.

Much like Clarke's debut The Scapegracers, the story here is meandering. It sometimes feels like it takes forever to get to any sort of point, but I firmly believe this is a feature of their writing, not a bug. 

I hope this book finds its audience so I can have more people to talk about it with. This might be the single most queer female gaze focused book I've ever read? Truly, absolutely, wonderfully off the rails and delightful.

(Ignore the people who say this is a second person narrative. It's not.)