I can't even explain how many frustrayshuns this book caused me. But it also caused me much heartache and "awing" and feeling genuinely surprised at the complexity of the characters (especially Davy Prentiss and even spackle 1017).
And the phrases are so goddamn catchy. "The Knife of Never Letting Go", "The Ask and the Answer", "Monsters of Men". I'm chanting them almost as much as Mayor Prentiss is chanting "I AM THE CIRCLE AND THE CIRCLE IS ME".
But alas, real review shall be saved for the final instalment, where I suspect I'll actually
tear my book to shreds.