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There’s no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated.
Are you in the market for characters more real than yourself, with lives more interesting than yours and quips way funnier than yours against a backdrop of coastal city with descriptions of food that make you salivate ten minutes after your last meal?
Then, my friend, The Lies of Locke Lamora, is exactly what you're looking for. This is the tale of a gang of thieves who dare to be bastards, but do it with style. (It's not enough to merely be a thief in Camorr, one must stay cutting edge, so to speak). Here, you will find a ruthless underworld and blasé peerage, neither of which couldn't give two shits for anything but their wealth and their hierarchy.
You will find characters with congruent and incongruent goals. Characters who are not afraid to take what they want and few who are afraid of the consequences. You will find a world of enjoyment and blessed escapism, so much so that you will forget that the Gentlemen Bastards would probably rob you blind if they saw you walking down the Mara Camorrazza.
My one problem with this book:
The first 30% was a DNF danger zone.
Riddled with far too much exploration of the world (which I normally enjoy) but little exploration of the characters' voices/desires/goals/fears etc, I almost said goodbye to this much beloved piece of fantasy. (Seriously, I can't tell you how much it gets brought up).
Anyway, the balance of those two factors was resolved soon after and I am very happy to have enjoyed this.
We thank Callo Androno, The Eyes on the Crossroad, god of travel, languages and lore. We shall feast in your honour this night and two more hence.