Back in October, I reviewed Samantha Shannon’s first published novel and the first in a proposed seven book series. You may remember that I was head-over heals in love with both the story and the writer. (Literary crush and all that jazz with a touch of jealousy.) The Bone Season was brilliant – I have not changed my mind. And Shannon can spin one hell of a yarn.
I am always wary of sophomore attempts, especially in series, and I can be quite harsh in my reviews of them. Contracts, agents, demanding publishing companies, etc. can all work together to push a work out before its time, so I was a little worried about The Mime Order. My concerns didn’t stop me, however, from placing my order and eagerly awaiting the mailman to drop that large hardback with its red cover in my paws.
It was beautiful. Heavy. Stunning cover. Smelled of a fresh printing. I couldn’t wait to open it up and through myself head and heart first back in Scion. But life and work got in the way until that gorgeous book was collecting dust on my nightstand. A few months ago, I dusted it off and snuggled up to it, pulling a near all-nighter. I have no regrets.
The Mime Order is just as beautifully crafted, though grittier/uglier, as The Bone Season. Paige continues to grow as an independent woman who literally battles her demons. She spends much of the novel covered in blood and/or bruises, but shows herself to be extremely resourceful and one badass woman. (Can Ronda Rousey play her in the movie, please?!?)
The love connection with the Warden (yes, he’s BACK!!!) and Nick’s relationship can seem a bit off-putting, especially when juxtaposed to “to the death” fight scenes, but that’s part of what makes this fantastical novel relatable. Life doesn’t stop or hit pause for love – you squeeze in it when and where you can.
Much like The Bone Season‘s review, I don’t want to say too much because this book is simply too delicious to spoil.