Pigments of My Imagination (from now on abbreviated as PoMI) is a book that I needed time to fully process, which, if you know my normal reviewing style, is pretty strange. You see, PoMI is unlike any book you’ve ever read. No really, if you can find me a book that is legitimately similar I’ll give you a cookie or something, but mostly I’ll just be very surprised. It’s original, so much so that I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, until now.
PoMI is a seamless blend of artistic expression, beautiful writing, and a bittersweet romance. It has elements that I’m still not sure if I would categorize as science-fiction or fantasy, maybe it is a bit of both melded together. The book is mystery and suspense, friendship and the deepest of true love, and maybe above all, discovery of one’s self.
PoMI asks what a lifetime is really worth and what is the best way to spend it. It examines bonds and which are the strongest. Is it familial, friendship, love? Can they all be one and the same? Who is your real family and what would you do for them no matter the cost?
Pigments of My Imagination is such a fitting title because as I read it I felt like I was in an artist’s dream, a fantasy of what the world might be like if all of the art forms in your head could become reality. The imagery is vivid and described in such a way that I couldn’t help but be drawn in. The academy is only the beginning, though it is lovely, and from alleyways to tunnels, from the city in the present to forests of the past, all of it is wondrous and depicted beautifully and in such detail.
I’m fully aware that this review isn’t my normal style, where I break down my main elements and summarize at the end, but that’s because PoMI isn’t a typical read. The word to describe it, if there is one, is more. It’s more than a book. The story is more than just a tale of lovers reunited. The characters are more than teenagers, deeper somehow, richer, and more vibrant. The area around them is magical both in the literal and figurative sense, filled with wonderment, and yet its darkest corners and crevices might be filled with just as much evil as our own world.
While PoMI had some minor flaws, nothing stood out enough to overcome how amazing and original the piece is. I encourage you to read it, you’ll never see anything else like it anywhere, trust me. This is art. This is magic. This is Angela Kulig at her finest.
Rating: 5/5