This book is a strangely dispassionate fever dream from start to finish. I’m glad I read it, but I can’t say I wholly enjoyed the experience.
This is a book about war, so it’s long and it’s bleak—there’s no getting around that. But the beauty of the writing is beyond compare. Do yourself a favor and read it!
Sometimes I like Atwood, and sometimes I don’t. This time I didn’t. The structure and premise of the book were great, but the execution fell flat and it was a bit of a struggle to get through.
I loved this book for all the same reasons I loved its predecessor, The Sparrow. The interwoven storylines are fantastic. The characters are incredibly real, human and alien alike. And the approach to religion and morality is done with a sympathy and deftness that I find completely approachable as a non-religious person.
This book presents three distinct stories, and satisfactorily resolves none of them—but the writing itself was beautiful, and fictional Shahriar was a truly likable character.