Graceish ✨’s Reviews > Death, the Gardener > Status Update

10 bucks says they use the spilling water against Eternity.

[ “You may be ready, my darling, but I am not!” Mot exclaimed, taking a hurried step back and nearly tripping over his own feet. “I cannot see myself ever being worthy of your forgiveness.”]

I *literally* rolled my eyes at this. The dialogue in the book reminds me how teenagers converse and bicker, and are endlessly inconsistent. Simply juvenile.

[I can’t deny that things have changed over these past several months.]

… one month. It had been one month.

[There was a reason she pushed back her hair with three fingers instead of using her whole hand: Briar used to do anything to stand out from the other girls in town.]

What?! I need the author to demonstrate what he means here, because who requires an entire hand to push back their hair? Does he mean to pull it back? Because pushing back (like behind the ear) is a two-fingered job for me. This is baffling.

How did I have a stronger reaction to <spoiler>Chitra dying</spoiler> than Mot?! His reaction is insulting.

One trope I hate is when the hero crumples into guilt after doing the hero thing. Like somehow taking a life is never justified, even if the person killed had murdered countless folks, and enslave and torture hundreds others?

Liked let me be very clear: I would kill that villain and take myself out for a nice dinner afterward. What is this guilt?!?!

[“I think it’s best that I clarify. You see, when you shear a rose in the usual manner, you’re freeing the soul stored in its furled bloom. It dissipates or floats away, traveling into firmaments beyond corporeal sight.”]

… yeah… <spoiler>Cloth</spoiler> already explained that to <spoiler>Grendal</spoiler>.

[“But you did. Stop overthinking this. In the heat of the moment, it was your only choice. You had to stop her. Otherwise, it’s anyone’s guess what might’ve happened. To you. To your legacy. To all life in this universe.”]

🙄🙄🙄

“Stop overthinking this”?? STFU

“In the heat of the moment, it was your only choice” umm, it was the goal the entire time?!

Seriously, this writing. 💀

[His cloak did not get snagged.]

HE DOESN’T HAVE A CLOAK. He’s wearing a sweater coat. You might be tempted to argue with me that a “long sweater coat” is essentially a cloak, but for a myriad of reasons here at this point in this story?! NOT. a. cloak.

[Without wasting any more time on showmanship, the witch let her fist lick Mole’s vest. It smoldered through the red velvet like tissue paper. … Grendal halted her botched surgery. Repulsed, she wiped her bloody fist on Mole’s coat. The red blended nicely with the velvet.]

… the coat velvet coat that just burned up like tissue paper?!