|In one description of Chimaera they are likened to figures from a Hieronymous Bosch painting.|
"...and when he turned away she experienced a sudden unspooling, like the snap of a cable and all her restraints giving way, and she couldn't bear it anymore."
Both the writing and the storytelling in this book are impeccable. The plot took some really unexpected turns, especially near the end, but they all work. It seems like a tired old trope that two people from opposing sides of a deep-seated* and ill-remembered squabble would fall in love. Star-crossed lovers, if you will. But Taylor manages to tell the story in a way that is entirely new and fresh. And heartbreaking. Actually, it is really trite to describe the story this way. There is much more to it that that and after reading only the first book in a planned trilogy I am feeling a little hesitant to define it in these terms. I felt seriously jolted at the end. Pleasantly discomforted. Is that a thing?
|Text I sent to my girl Lacey immediately upon finishing.|
P.S.: On a separate note, I learned in this book that shark fetuses will compete in the womb and cannibalize each other. I had never heard this before and thought it was morbidly, gruesomely fascinating, albeit evolutionarily counter-productive. Or is it properly Darwinian? When I told Donnie he was like, "duh, everybody knows that." Maybe if you are
terrified of sharks a shark enthusiast like him. It is called intrauterine cannibalism. You can read about it here and here. In honor of my learning this new fact I will leave you with a new word for your vocab: Adelphophagy: eating one's own brother. You're welcome and I hope you have no other occasion to use it besides when discussing baby cannibal sharks.