What I Think: Look out – Long Review ahead! Merry Christmas to all my readers and all the Authors and Authoresses, Master and Mistress Puppeteers who made this year easier to breathe through even as it tried its damndest to destroy us. But, guess what? We still live (yes, Mme. Sara, I stole this). So, I have apparently missed a lot in this series and it shows as titbits about other people give me chronic Dying-Of-Curiosity Syndrome (capitalised so you know its true – I couldn’t help it, Book Daddy Klune). You know Mme. Amy takes no prisoners when we’re thrown into a rescue attempt. What tale was Sonny’s and why haven’t I read it? See the fascinating things I’m missing! I couldn’t place Ellery and Jackson because it had been a while then I remembered. I met them in Shades of Henry as the couple that gave him new life and dreams. Just as Jackson promises Ellery no heroics because he’s still recovering from a terrible incident, trouble has to follow him, leaving me quivering and breathless at the suddenness of it. But, if you’re not already gasping for breath (for whatever reason) after a couple of chapters into any of Mme. Amy’s tales, then you’re reading something not written by her. I don’t know how Ellery does it but I guess it’s the same thing partners of service people have to live with everyday. The chance that their very own Wolverine or Wonder Woman might not return home to them. Me? Pure lightweight who would age prematurely. Reading about all these connections that have been made through this series is pure torture so why can’t I stop? These are the kind of friends you need during an apocalypse and I want! Its painful and infuriating to see how corrupt the system is when those who swore to serve and protect can’t care for their own. Everytime the law enforcement order breaks Jackson’s heart, my heart aches. Even though this is normal in my continent, I am yet to become immure to it. Then I came across a belle so lovely in and out, that falling for her was as natural as breathing. I thought I was a weakling for being terrified of hospitals considering that I’ve spent at least a quarter of my life in them, but Jackson’s reaction towards hospitals made me feel less insane. Only for me to veer off into indignation. I am mad at Sean’s (don’t know who it is? Ha! Read it!) man. I don’t care how scared or worried he is. You don’t fight with the walking wounded. And why the hell is Jackson being treated like a fucking Shinigami? Its not his fault that unlike so many others, he can’t just let the innocent suffer and go to sleep at night. People better wake up before I start dispensing my own smacks of justice. Apparently, its easier to bear being with a super hero when the love is just this complete and sublime. The give and take of an equal partnership is soothing and healing, no matter what. I need the first lovemaking scene so much because my heart and head were hurting from the madness of these new cases and the young lives that have been roped into it. The laughter that this Authoress induces in the tensest of places is like a swim on a hot Senegalese afternoon. In Naija speak, if mata don pass cry, na laugh remain (when a problem has become too big for tears, the only other option is laughter). Ellery and Jackson and their team of crazy people are trying to stop hell from spilling over with very limited time and even more limited info and they set out to prove all my assumptions wrong. Gah, I’ll never make a good detective. I would end up tangling myself into knots while my clients get picked off by their enemies. Ellery is a saint and Jackson had better worship him. Not only is he dealing with Jackson’s PTSD, he also has to deal with him having banged everything that moved around him. I don’t know if it would be jealousy or just me not knowing how to cope with someone that knows so many people intimately. I would be the one feeling naked. Oh, dear, there’s still a lot of prude left to sheer off, isn’t there? Warning – Rant: I know humans are inherently evil but where the hell did this come from? That its okay to be evil to people because they’re different from us? Are Caucasians that terrified of new things or are people of color really that scary? Which, of course, made me start thinking of how the colonials fearlessly went over sea and land to discover the world. How PPOC in spite of everything have maintained a strong sense of self and culture. Which also got me thinking about how similar the entire human race is at its core (you do know it’s only one human race, right?) and its so sad that we can’t see it. Rant over. Yet, its the little things that make it all worth doing. Something as simple as talking to a kid that comes from a loving, non-racist family made the waterworks spill over, faith in humanity making me grateful that I do something as simple as force myself to erode my boundaries everyday. My heart was in my mouth as these heroes do everything to rip it out of my chest because things begin to come full circle as they connect with the beginning. I am confused when I can’t find my socks so this tale with so many characters in motion was a doozy but Mme. Amy not only kept it real and in the air like a Mistress juggler, she twisted it back to fit with the beginning that was seemingly nowhere near any of these other events. Aarrgghh, its wrong to worship humans but then authors like all good artists aren’t completely human, are they? Ellery then proves my definition of love in one of the most poignant ways ever. Love is definitely a conscious decision based on an unconscious emotional reaction. He and Jackson both chose to try again and again because separating was never an option. I want that so bad. Then I met Lucy Satan and the crush got real (I’m so sorry, Jade. I promise, its not you, its me). Ellery on fire is a delight to the senses as he pours sense into his mavericks and holds them together. Hold on while I go put some of the good candy on his altar, smacking Jackson on the head as I walk past. Two chapters to the end and my heart is racing so much that I’m up and pacing as it tries to evacuate my chest, tension too tight for me to even stop and light up. If Jackson dares end up in the hospital again after Ellery’s request that turned me to goo, I’m delivering a justified beat-down that will hurt. Oh, my poor heart! I’ve had Bette Midler’s Glory of Love on continuous playback in the back of my head and I’m wondering why, but as the tale ends, I know why. The gentleness in the love between these two is all the more obvious because of the hardness and violence that surrounds them. A love so gentle and even deeper, built by trust and constant work, built to last lifetimes plus one and that song was the best sdtrk my little brain could call up. Only 2 questions need to be answered. First, Mme. Amy – will there be more? Second, this would make one hell of an action movie. Come on, people, how do we make this happen?
Verdict? Get ready for hangover as in the midst of madness and evil, love becomes a light to your path and is the only thing that can ensure your soul comes out whole!