I finished reading Nalo Hopkinson's The New Moon's Arms on Friday night. And, I don't really know what to say about it. I mean, it was good. Really good. The writing was vivid and constantly engaging, the characters were well-rounded and compelling, and the magic snuck in so gradually that for a while I thought I might be reading one of those books that gets shelved in the other part of the book store. You know, the ones about families and relationships and tragedy where it's all real-lifey and sad.
And it was. I don't think I was really ready for that. I mean, I wasn't expecting to come into a book that spent this much time exploring what it means to be a human being in a normal world, and I don't really know where to take that in terms of broad interpretation.
Mostly what I got from this book was the really brilliant, skillful writing, but that's not much of a topic for a review. I've got a lot of reading to do this semester, but if I have time, I hope to circle back to this one and take a closer look. This might be one of those books you need to read twice. Or, at least, one that I need to read twice.
I'm going to leave off the spoilery section of this review, because I don't think I have enough to say to justify it.