I spent every chapter holding my breath—Fonda Lee is an expert at torturing my emotions. The pace is relentless, with plot twists hitting like a furious spouse catching their partner with a mistress—just when you think you can relax, bam, you’re blindsided again. I’m not one for politics, but this book made me swallow it whole—strategies, power plays, trades, civil war, and foreign relations. The political maneuvering is intense, and watching the loyalty and trust in leadership unfold is as impressive as it is dangerous. It’s a masterclass in how power corrupts, tests, and reshapes entire nations. And the body count. Death, tears, and the rare smile are frequent companions. The character development is ruthless—either they grow stronger, more strategic, more cunning, or they’re wiped off the board. No one gets to stay the same in this world. Finishing this saga felt like a marathon—long and brutal. But no way could I sleep with thei constant question hanging over me: How long can the Kaul family survive? I had no choice but to bow to Fonda Lee’s brilliance and pick up the next book, even if it means more emotional whiplash. The ending. It’s the kind of bittersweet conclusion that spares you total despair but still reminds you nothing will ever be perfect. A long-standing family hatred ends, but the future is united, though far from idyllic. Fonda Lee, merciful as she is, stops just short of plunging us into a nightmare—but only just.