The main character in this novel is grief, and it is a motherfucker. I thought the way that Alexandra so quickly fell in love with her brother in the previous book was a bit forced but taking that for granted, this book does such a great job of showing how much losing him destroys her. I was her age when my mom passed away and this author really captures what it feels like to lose someone close to you while also going through all the usual tumult of early adolescence.
I continue to love getting to know the world of the Confederation and the evil that guards it. As an adult looking at this story from the safe remove of cynical middle age, it's easy to see the Deathly Regiment as an allegory for the ways in which our society (and in truth, any society) is enabled by the suffering of some part of it. But the way in which Alexandra and her friends are so zealous in their outrage also feels very accurate for people their age. I remember being appalled at the animal suffering, child soldiers, sweatshops, and all the other various and sundry injustices that enable our lives. Not that I'm not still angry (I am) but there's something very pure about teenagers learning that their own lives are made possible by so much banal evil done in their names that this book captures so well.