I crave this kind of complexity. She’s not afraid to be silly and funny and come from a place of real joy, and yet take on the big subjects. Grace. Pain. Redemption. Faith. I had to check my preconceptions at the door, and the books that make me do that are too few and far between.
She pushed at my boundaries. I’m so glad she did; I’m so glad she made me think; I’m so glad I didn’t make up my mind before I opened the book. Also, now, two months after the fact with half of this series under my belt, I’m looking back at my former self who couldn’t stand Søren and said Wes was her favorite. Oh, honey. I had a feeling Reisz was setting me up to flip that around, and that she has.