I wonder what it’s like to read de Bodard if you actually imagine things and picture them in your head. Her work always feels incredibly abstract to me, but I’m not sure how much is me and how much is her. But she’s also such a fascinating storyteller. I keep trying to figure out how her books link together because they are very much “set in the same universe” but I always feel like I both get them and experience them as dreams that slip away. 
Good dreams, though. And, you know me, gotta love an autistic main character even if I don’t…adore the “everybody leaves me” story.