Another “why did I wait so long??” book, courtesy of the Evanescent Evin! I do tend to pithily categorize any number of books as Tamora Pierce but with/for x, but it’s always meant as a true compliment to a woman who I think was doing the work many years before it became hip to do so. So in that vein, I think that these books are Tamora Piece-esque in their jumble of characters and vague setting, but that’s probably where the comparison grinds to a […]
thank you to my friend Evin
The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch



