Blood, blood and more blood. Oh! And nightmares.
Is there ever such a more wonderful thing than that?
Rating: 🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸 4.7
Sometimes (when I actually realize it's actually slightly concerning) I wonder, how would I live without my uncanny adoration for gritty, disturbing books that reach a gnarled hand to the deepest well inside me and rip out all morals as I slowly start to fall for the villain?
I know my therapist probably wouldn't have 16 Lamborghini vehicles and 27 houses. Yes, I have indeed created a life for an imaginary being (her name's Edna, by the way). Sue me, we- I mean I get bored.
Let's commence this *ahem* review by stating that I never thought I would fall for this book as hard and pungent as I did.
Frankly, I truly am surprised I hadn't read this before being assaulted by horrible books and even more terrible sequels. Also, WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME HOW GOOD THIS WAS -y'all seriously deprived my misery addled egos (not you Edna) from such an amazing concept of a read (read: Booksy tries to sound educated)
Again, was it perfect? Um... yeah, nope.
Was it immaculate? Okay, pretty close, but also a no.
Did it make me swoon over scalpels and bone shredding? No- actually, maybe it did. ALL WITHIN CONTEXT, FBI agents that spies on me! TRUST ME, the book is something else.
And one of those 'something else elements' was the whole shabam wham maybe kill you ma'am of the plot.
Black market dealer lives to dissect and somehow gets sold to said black market and everyone is withing the parameter of 'if you breathe, I will denote a bomb in your skull' territory and bloodshed is as common as, well, bloodshed.
Tell me, how am I supposed to not completely and utterly combust into pleasure filled mewls of satisfaction concerning said storyline?? *DEEP BREATHE*
It is wholly irresistible, I tell you. From the ambience to the gory interludes that left me feeling slightly impressed and a lot of 'I'm smiling, I shouldn't be smiling. Booksy, no. Stop grinning like a maniac. Oh great, you've started cackling at murder jokes right now. You've fallen from a lower perch to a lower one, dear one'. Either way, the plot made me question myself a LOT. I adored the way things flowed, how the storyline progressed, THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, basically all the things that upped this book to THE book for me.
I was on the edge of my throne and screenshotting the ever living crap out of the chapters and their epic monologues that would provide evidence to my friends SO THEY COULD READ IT AND FREAK OUT WITH ME. Total chakra alignment and whatnot.
Yes, I read this in a day.
Also, yes, I regret nothing. My eyes and soul regret some things and maybe my moral compass is askew, but I'm all good-
The writing for this book, albeit with its many (many) flaws, made the whole experience of skinning my heart, that more profound. Of course, it was painful, of course it felt like a portion of my essence (though rather fabulous indeed. Pfft) was being drained and of course I felt ever so satisfied.
Yell help if you need it
Even though some metaphors were slightly overused, and counting the slight repetitions of similes, I still thoroughly would kill for it enjoyed it.
Though please stop using 'as shiny as a shampoo commercial', it hurts my eyes already.
Use something else.
Literally anything else.
It's hair, for Pete's sake.
Say it looks like marble.
And barks.
Now, the characters. My love for the characters.
Gray characters.
Beautifully crafted characters.
The *characters*. Yes, I think we're going to talk about them for a (while) bit.
Nita, the MC, owns this ish. Like, owns me as well. Sometimes I wonder if she would kill me for laughing the wrong way, but that's besides the point. She's one of three things at all times: scared out of her mind (totally understandable), furious (I really felt that), or wants to kill and dissect everything around her (yeah, uh... still haven't gotten there yet). No seriously, she mentioned her dissecting room more than 12 times, I kinda got the appeal after the 10th time it was mentioned. Like, dang, I want to know how it feels to pop an eye of its socket. In theory, all of that, in theory.
We all know how it feels to pop out an eye.
Especially the scooping it with a spoon part.
This girl right here was 17 years old and still much smarter than me. And I'm 4567 years old, so maybe I need to wok on that for a while. Coming back to exuberantly describing her, so I can freak out later on: she was strength, bad decisions and grayness all in an appetizing package of 'OH MY GOD, ANOTHER FEMALE MC THAT'S ACTUALLY SMART'. It's so difficult to ask for, these days. Rather serial killer-y, but I can forgive. To an extent, *snort*.
Then we have the amazing and ever so appealing: Kovit.
*furious flashback to those texts I sent to my friends about how I was falling for a torturer, and out of context, it sounds like I don't have all my senses. Which I do*
If I've ever felt more conflicted and indecisive of my feelings for a character, he takes the whole darn prize.
For one, he tortures people.
He loves torturing people.
He even admits it. For second, the guy adores feeding on pain he caused. He loved being the evil one, the bad guy, the bad boy gone horribly astray.
And guess what, y'all-
I actually fell for that.
A little. Let me explain, I was terrified of him when he was in his crazy killer persona, and perhaps he'll never own a space in the boyfriends list because my feelings for him are just too complicated to unwrap. However, his human side was adorable and incredibly full of life! He was a sweet being, with extreme flaws but beautiful countenance, and frankly, I saw the assurance of his humanity in some spare moments where the emotions were too hard to handle and someone had to break. He's complicated as a persona and even more disturbing as a human, bearing morals as his weakness.
But a part of me still loves him.
Dang it.
Lastly, there are the background characters. Honestly? I really liked them as well! I liked Nita's mom because she made me hate her more than I though possible and gave an outlet to my feelings of fury concerning certain events. I loved the glimpses of other characters, adored how some of them had this whole life before the story took place, and especially how they seemed so real to me. Sometimes too real, alas, one must pick battles one can win. At least I can say that when I stayed up to 3 am to finish this book.
And I had to work the next morning. Oh, the wonders of book addictage. (totally a word)
On a closing note, the diversity was beautiful and yooooooo, the MC was POC. I need to take a moment to clear the snot from my eyes.
POC assassin, dissector galore, gory goddess, plan making fiasco queen. I am still reeling from the aftermath of her amazing presence and even better comebacks. Kovit as always, you shall own my heart until you don't, because you'll for sure get bored with me and maybe try to take the pain you crave from... me. Dang, maybe don't do that. Again, the story was not without its flaws, the pace was a little strange at times, but I still ached to know the aftermath. How the battles would end, who would end up knees deep in bones and who would sit astride a throne of knives.
UGH, THIS BOOK WAS SO GOOD.
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I would dissect myself for this book.
And yes, that’s the least disturbing thing I read here.
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If this is not bloody enough or doesn't deeply traumatize me.
I'm suing