Strange The Dreamer by Laini Taylor
On the second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky. When it comes to catching your attention from the first line, no one does it better than Laini. She says in her book: “You’re a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable,” she pleaded. “Something beautiful and full of monsters.” This seems to be Laini, talking to herself. Strange the Dreamer is exactly that and more. It is a dream of a book. It is full of wild and improbable fantasies and is utterly, heartbreakingly beautiful and full of unforgettable monsters. But the genius of Laini lies in how she blurs the lines between the good and the bad. Some monsters are a nightmare ⸺ horrible and cruel. While the others have layers so deep that they make you question things. They force you to accept the fact that sometimes life happens to you in such a way that you need to turn into a monster to survive. The book plays deftly with the concept of duality. And then goes ahead and smudges the lines...