Our story is very simple.
A girl who was scared loved one who was brave. A girl fool enough to try to play hero saw the underlying hornlessness of monsters. And in a sweet shock of ruin, two women found forgiveness, and they held each other in the wreckage left by one for whom forgiveness meant nothing. That is a tale ornery in its rejection of heroes, in its changeable villain, in its unwillingness to yield to invention.
Minotaur is most compelling because of its absolute unique setting and characters.
The setting is a mix of contemporary and mythos, neither being solely one but always intermingling.
I am not a contemporary reader at heart. I do enjoy these books now and then, but what gets me really enthusiastic is if you add a fantastical element to a story or make it the sole focus of it. Be it paranormal, science-fiction, fantasy, steampunk or anything else, that is what makes my heart beat faster, that is what fills me with awe and wonder. If these books have the main purpose of being a fun read, thats great and I just love to dive into another world and have a good time. If these books add a deeper meaning, philosophical questions or something similar—be it subtle or a larger focus—I am even more likely to be fascinated and might even end the book with the feeling of having learned something, about the world, about myself.
“The brave are not the ones who merely answer the call. Any fool can embark on a quest. The brave are the ones who do their duty and come away, not with a monster’s head on a pike, but with some new knowledge.”
Minotaur delivers all this :)
And one reason for this is the character set. I guess we all love to read about good people, about heroes and heroines, people we can look up to and get inspired by. Well, that’s not what you will find here. No. You will find someone who you might be able to relate to in their imperfection. You will find people who are fucked up, because of what life dealt them, because of just who they are, and you will witness how these people can do better and how they change, in parts, but stay themselves as well.
“Why. Why why whyyyyyy? Everybody full of whys.” She rolled again, slowly, and faced me. “Does it come as any surprise that cast-off daughters are angry, that destruction is art, that a person might do a thing simply because it is within her power to do it?”
Minotaur is divided into three parts. The first is the longest and plays in a girl’s home. Some of them are there because they are orphans, some because no one wants them… It’s a dark place, but it is a home, a place to stay, and a place to grow.
This is the part of the book that I liked the most. It takes its time and introduces the characters. There are light and funny moments. There is foreboding. There is sweetness and ugliness. I found this to be very compelling.
The last two parts only make out about 30% of the book, and were for me a little less good. The nature of the tale called for a different kind of telling and pace, and I just enjoyed the first one more.
I was also a bit lost concerning the conclusion. I don’t want to go into details here. It just feels to me like I’m missing something, that I, maybe, didn’t really get it, or everything.
And that might be because of two possible reasons. I was a bit distracted while reading the last part, being on commute and exhausted from being out and about the whole day, so it is likely I actually did miss something. The other possibility is of course that JA lost me, that she couldn’t really deliver or didn’t want to deliver. I don’t know. I don’t want to reread the last part. The book was very much worth it for me despite this and I take thoughts away from this anyway, and it reminds me of this text passage from the book here:
Miss Ridges had said once that reading meant nothing unless you could articulate what a story had given you. But I’d always disagreed—though I’d never found the words to argue. You didn’t have to be able to analyze to appreciate a story. You had only to be able to feel, deep in a place that didn’t deal in words, how that story was yours and everyone else’s too.
I want to also add that I highlighted tons of sentences and paragraphs. Many more than I put here in my review or my updates, because JA wrote this beautifully.
Um… This is not a fluffy read, but its also not dark or oppressing, at least I didn’t think it was.
Coming to the end, I think this is a great and very unique book, and I’d encourage you to read this if that’s what you like :)