Greedily gobbled up Monsters of Men.
And as expected, I cried.
Honest, proper crying, not just leaking from the eyes. I put it down and cried because my throat hurt trying not to. And not just at the end.
And at least reading it alone I could call out all the way through the book, "Don't trust him! Don't trust him!" Which was right, but not a spoiler, as there are many people that could refer to, at many points in the book.
And yes I will reread it.
Reread all three.
Wonderful.
Recommend to anyone who liked Pullman's His Dark Materials.
It's less complex in a narrative sense, but deeper and more emotional because the characters are better written and more well-rounded. And no deux ex machina.
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