Most of us choose not to mingle among mortals, but sone of us do. We do not have extraordinary strength, and it is not our purpose to harm others. We were not born this way, and our condition is not genetic. Our blood lives forever, and our bodies heal. I was born in what is now called Ethiopia nearly five hundred years ago. If you're looking for a nice, safe story, you better look elsewhere. So to summarize, if you're in the mood for a beautifully-written, deeply shocking, emotionally affecting novel, this is the one for you. One twist near the end left my emotions reeling. At others I was careening out of control with no idea how or when events would stabilize.Īnd safety? Forget about it. At times I went scooting along, smiling and enjoying the ride. You remember the first time Harry Potter rode the Knight Bus? That's how I felt reading this book. Due's hands are certainly sure, they're anything but predictable. The writing is so strong that you settle in, sure that you're in good hands, and while Ms. Due's elegant, evocative prose the latter arises from the jaw dropping unpredictability of the plot. Here's the thing about Tananarive's writing: From the very first chapter until the very end of the book, you sense this marvelous combination of total authorial control and utter narrative abandon. I've been hearing the name Tananarive Due for several years, but I hadn't given her stuff a shot until this book.
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