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When you look at the brick that is The Mime Order, you’re bound to be intimidated. Intimidation festers into stress which then turns into my favourite pastime—feigning ignorance. AKA pretending that it doesn’t exists until the very last second, further perpetuating stress levels and ensuring bounteous hair loss (how I still have hair is beyond me. My babies fall out like I’m a shitzu and it’s shedding season come early.) Against all odds (or perhaps not, I’ve been known to look past info dumping), I adored The Bone Season to bits. The world was delectable, albeit fed in plentiful doses. The characters delightful tragic, dark and mysterious. The circumstances dismal and layered in political lies. But a girl doesn’t forget info dump, not such …show more content…

I get it. Fantasies are always hard to crack into once you’ve waited a year or two, and the high of the previous book has died off. Oh, I get it. Couple that with a heinous attempt at memory retention and you have me. I am as bad as it gets. I’m stubborn and am constantly in a battle against time. I don’t do refreshers. I don’t reread. And when you think of The Bone Season, you’d think, Jess, you really dug a hole for yourself this time. Guess who wasn’t confused, at all. Far from it. By some miracle unheard of, everything just clicked. So you know what? For once in my goddamn life, I’m going to thank the previous instalment for it’s bounty of information because it seemed to have ingrained a thing or two in me. Like muscle memory (you get me, don’t you?) The world of Scion, the Netherworld, it is all so crisp, so detailed in my mind. Returning was blissful. Shannon has crafted a world so rich in detail. It is immersive. She’s taken her world and made it almost tangible. Scion, itself, is not a beautiful place. It is dark, desolate, desperate. It is so tightly choked by a leash, so indoctrinated by rules and lies fed by its governing body, its people oppressed and living content—complacent—purely out of fear. And thus, it is a feeding ground for corruption, for the power and allure of the dollar bill, for food that is greater than a grain of rice. Power is money. And for the Unnatural …show more content…

I know y’all. Let me ease that curiosity. While some were repelled by the romance in The Bone Season, I rather enjoyed it. Because it employed the whole antagonism to lust and lastly, to care (that’s right kiddos, I won’t say love. I didn’t think it was love by any means. Not the whole crazy let me throw myself in front of a train even though, hey ho, I lived millenniums without knowing you.) Warden is a mysterious figure. With semi questionable intentions, which were, I suppose, good at heart (hey now, I’m not justifying anything that he’s done). He’s not a good man. Far from it. He watched as his race kidnapped and enslaved humans. He was passive throughout, bidding his time. He didn’t agree with the methods, with the radicalism, but he wasn’t an active saviour. Warden sees the bigger picture. He wants liberation for all. He wants that unattainable greater good, the idealistic vision. And he’s not afraid to sacrifice a few lambs here and there on his way there. They’re a means to an end. But Paige kind of completes him. I won’t say change because she doesn’t, not really. But having Paige there has meant that Warden’s widened his horizons, learnt to see the glass both ways—half empty and full. And that’s all you can ask for, really. So the romance in The Mime Order? It had me oozing all over the place because it was vague, slow burning, an exploration of feelings that were so pumped with lust but also inclusive of care. There’s an

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