This is the third book of Muir’s amazing Locked Tomb series, which is actually kind of impossible to summarize… I was waiting on this forever, and I was almost afraid to open it lest it let me down, but thankfully it was a breath of fresh air after the incredibly angsty and dense second book. Narrator Nona presents everything matter-of-factly, no matter how weird (and with this series, everything is inevitably weird). Her narration is interspersed with monologues from John Gaius that revealed the crazy birth of their universe, and as an extra bonus John’s New Zealand turns of phrase felt super familiar to me now that I’ve been Down Under for a couple of months. Nona’s self-absorbed ignorance actually echoes Gideon’s from the first book, which works really well. I absolutely loved Nona’s conversations with her chosen family, and her very innocent yet piercingly insightful observations about them; like other books in the series, this one begs to be read again immediately once the many mysteries reveal themselves. Definitely curious where the series goes next.
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