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I have reviewed many books over the years, and some reviews have been more interesting or fun to write than others. The below list were my favorites to write.
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• Like Water for Chocolate
• Lolita
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American Born Chinese, by Gene Luen Yang
This is one of the most bizarre books I’ve read in a long time. I’m not quite sure what to say about it. It’s a graphic novel that intertwines three separate stories in a way I never would have guessed ahead of time. I mean, the cover said there was a twist, but it wasn’t at all what I expected.
The first story is about a monkey king that wants to be excepted as a deity by the gods. These sections are told in a mythological/fable-like voice.
The second story is about a Chinese-American kid named Jin Wang who moves to a new school where he’s one of the only Asian kids around. He wants to fit in, but the people around him single him out because of his ethnicity. These sections are standard storytelling.
The third story is about a popular, American high school kid who has to transfer schools every year because of the shame a visiting cousin brings on him. The cousin is named Chin-kee, and is, as the jacket of the book so perfectly describes him, the “ultimate negative Chinese stereotype.” He’s Danny’s worst nightmare. All the sections telling this story are done in slapstick TV sitcom style, complete with subtitled “hahaha”s and applause.
I won’t say how these three intertwine. My initial thoughts were that the first story was something Jin’s parents told him as a kid, and the third story was a TV show (Chin-kee was just too unbelievable to be a real person!), and between the two, Jin somehow comes to terms with his role in life. Nope. Not even close. I would never in a million years have guessed how these three were related. The plot twists blindsided me.
This was a strange book. I’m not sure how much I liked it, but I didn’t dislike it. It was interesting, fast, and easy to read, but there was also a lot of crude, potty-joke humor in it, which I can’t stand. On the other hand, by the end, the lessons learned by each character were nice. And the plot twists are just so outrageous that I’m impressed by the author’s skill and imagination. I’m not sure what age group this was written for, but I’d guess middle-grade to YA. I wouldn’t give it to my kids to read, though, because of the amount of crudeness and a couple scenes of violence. Even mythological violence seems worse when illustrated. Plus, despite the message of the book, I imagine kids would be quick to pick up on how “funny” Chin-kee is, and personally I don’t find stereotyped versions of people very funny, nor do I want my kids to. I understand why the stereotype was necessary – the end reveals all – but still, it was uncomfortable up until the revelation.
So…um…yeah. I’m not sure what else to say. Strange book. Definitely out of my comfort zone.
The Bermudez Triangle, by Maureen Johnson
This is a character-driven book. It deals with relationships, friendship, sexuality, loyalty, and love. It deals with what happens to people when they let the world know they’re gay (both the good and the bad). It deals with long distance relationships, with forgiveness and letting go, with heartbreak and joy, and the discovery of self. There may not be a lot of “plot” apart from these girls’ struggles with their lives and relationships (which sounds very soap opera when I write it here but doesn’t feel at all soap opera when reading), but the book is deep and honest. It felt real, and was very well written. Life and people are a strange mix of messy and neat, and so was this.
My description can’t give it justice without filling in plot points, and I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to ruin this for anyone who might be interested in reading. It was a beautiful book, one of the first treatments of sexuality, especially learning one’s sexuality, that I’ve enjoyed and felt was real and honest. Yes, I know, I’m repeating adjectives here. What else can I say? It was good. It transcends YA. You should read it. It was painful and sweet and everything else all mixed up. I’m glad I bought it. I will definitely read it again. The book was everything I expected but didn’t receive from November Ever After last year.
This is my second book by Maureen Johnson, and I so far have really enjoyed her writing. I like the way she thinks and talks. Anyone who can make her characters casually toss out references to Seventh Heaven deserves praise. 🙂
Habibi, by Naomi Shihab Nye
Did people who committed acts of violence think their victims and their victims’ relatives would just forget?
Didn’t people see? How violence went on and on like a terrible wheel? Could you stand in front of a wheel to make it stop?
Fourteen-year-old Liyana’s world is turned upside down the day her parents announce that the family is moving across the ocean to Palestine, where her father, Poppy, grew up. Poppy wants his wife and children to know the place of his youth, to experience his culture, and to meet his family, who have been complete strangers to them until now. But moving to a new world is difficult on Liyana and her younger brother, Rafik. It isn’t until Liyana meets Omer that she begins to feel more at home again. Unfortunately, Omer is Jewish, Liyana is Arab, and their friendship is next to impossible in this part of the world.
This was a really good book, one of the best I’ve read in awhile. For the first half, I enjoyed it for purely for personal reasons. I could relate to Liyana’s feelings about moving because I moved from one world to another when I was ten, and it was devastating. Took me years to cope. And my worlds were much closer together than hers! Then, once her family was living in Jerusalem and traveling around the West Bank, I had so much fun reliving my own memories from my visit there last year. I can’t say whether or not all the descriptions and touchpoints would affect those who hadn’t been there, but Nye does describe them all so well, so that I could feel and hear and smell everything all over again.
The second half of the book goes deeper, though, out of the waves of moving and learning a new world, into a boiling mix of culture clash and war. The Israeli-Palestinian conflict has not gotten any easier over time. Religion divides whole segments of the populations – Christians, Muslims, Jews, Coptics, and so on. Jerusalem is a holy city for so many religions, and many want it for themselves. Liyana and Omer discuss religion. The former is from a very non-denominational Christian sort of family, the latter is a not-terribly-orthodox Jew. The two of them agree about religion, and the things they tell each other about their views and their families’ views really struck a chord with me.
Liyana says about Poppy:
Poppy said every religion contained some shining ideas and plenty of foolishness, too. “The worst foolish thing is when a religion wants you to say it’s the only right one. Or the best one.” … “Does it make sense that any God would choose some people and leave the others out? If only Christians or Jews are right, what about most of Asia and the Middle East? All these millions of people are just–extras? Ridiculous! God’s bigger than that!”
I love Poppy. Liyana builds on this and says:
Why would any God want to be only large enough to fit inside a certain group of hearts? God was a Big God.
Really, this is exactly how I feel about religion, almost to the letter. It made me very happy to read.
More important than the issue of religion is the conflict itself. While there were some people, like Liyana and Omer, who didn’t care about each other’s ethnicity, most people did. Nye shows a lot of the terrible human rights abuses and flat-out bullying that goes on towards Palestinians by Israelis. She also shows that the conflict isn’t one-sided. For example, a Palestinian leaves a bomb in a Jewish marketplace. Of course, the Israeli soldiers react, and end up shooting an innocent kid from a refugee camp in the leg, and when Poppy tries to interfere, he is thrown in jail for a short time.
Liyana becomes extremely frustrated by the cycle of violence. I began to see the Israeli-Palestinian conflict in a very different light while reading her frustrations – suddenly, it resembled a gang war. A member of gang A yells an insult at a member of gang B. Gang B retaliates by beating up the A member. Gang A retaliates by shooting those who beat the guy up. Gang B retaliates by killing the family members of the murderers from Gang A. And so on. We heard all about gang wars in school. We had whole assemblies devoted to trying to stop this wheel of violence, to convince gang members to turn the other cheek and to not try to get the last “word” in. It all becomes a chicken-egg cycle, and it’s the same thing with the Israelis and the Palestinians. Personal politics aside, the Israelis imprison, kill, oppress, attack, and badger Palestinians because of the bombings, shootings, rocket attacks, etc, against them, and the Palestinians bomb, shoot, and attack because the Israelis imprison, kill, oppress, attack…yeah. Neverending.
And then, when everything seems so grim, like nothing can make this situation any better at all, there are examples of extreme generosity:
[Poppy]’d come home from jail at 11 pm in a taxi and the driver refused to take a cent from him.
That gesture brought me to tears more than any of the rest of the frustrating cycle of pain.
The only thing that didn’t sit well with me in this book was how unresolved it was at the end. Like when I read memoirs, I wanted to know what happened next. The characters became so real to me. I never found out what happened with Liyana and her family. I don’t know where she’ll go or how long they’ll stay or if her friendship with Omer will work out. But then again, I look at it and wonder what could happen? The conflict is still going on over there, more than a decade since this book was published. It’s nowhere near a resolution. Without a resolution, without people willing to stand in front of that wheel of violence in order to make it stop, how will we ever move forward?
Quidditch Through the Ages, by JK Rowling
In honor of my son’s Harry Potter birthday party today, I read the last of the Harry Potter accessories that I hadn’t yet read. Quidditch Through the Ages comes packaged in a two-book set with Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, which I read about a year ago. I’ve had the set forever, but as they are very short (this one is only 55 pages) and aren’t terribly significant to the HP series itself, I didn’t bother to gulp them both down right away. Surprisingly, Quidditch is an interesting read, all about the history and evolution of the wizarding sport. It’s humorous in places, and explained some references in the series that aren’t necessary to know, but are fun for an HP trivia buff like me to pick up. They aren’t all related to Quidditch, either. For example, I now know the origins of the name of the ward Mr. Weasley recovers in around Christmas of the fifth book (“Dangerous” Dai Llewellyn Ward: Serious Bites). Totally not necessary to know for plot, totally great to know for my own pleasure.
There’s not much more to say about this tiny book. I liked it more than Fantastic Beasts, and I can’t imagine any but serious HP fans wanting to pick it up. I’d feel guilty reviewing it, except I needed a “Q” selection for my A-Z Challenge. 🙂
The double book set was written and published for the purposes of raising money for Comic Relief, a children’s charity in the U.K.
Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro
Note: When I wrote this review, I didn’t think I was giving away any spoilers, but I’ve been told since then that my summary gives away the big secret of the book. The “big secret” was something I caught from the opening pages, and didn’t realize it was meant to be secret at all. So, fair warning – while I didn’t mean to include spoilers and only summarized what I thought was obvious from the beginning, apparently I gave away major plot reveals. Sorry about that!
Seven or eight years ago, I read The Unconsoled by Ishiguro, and hated it. I think, perhaps, I was just totally unprepared for the weirdness that was in it (I still can’t make sense of it when I think back), or I was too young in my reading to honestly understand it. I decided to give Ishiguro another chance for my 2nds Challenge, and debated between The Remains of the Day and Never Let Me Go. I’m not sure exactly why I chose the latter, but that’s what ended up coming home from the library.
This is an alternate history book about a Britain where cloning is routinely used for organ harvest. Clones go to schools until they are in their mid-teens, where they undergo training to become carers for older clones, who are called donors (as they are donating organs one by one until they “complete” (die)). Carers work at their job until they receive notice that it’s their turn to become donors. Kathy is a veteran carer, in her job for nearly twelve years, and has enough clout to request which donors she wants to care for. She seeks out old friends from the school she grew up in, Hailsham, and examines all her memories from childhood at the sheltered, secluded, creativity-focused school.
There’s more to it than that, but I don’t want to give too much else away, and the plot is hard to describe because for the majority of the book, there is no plot. Just memories. The first 240 pages are pretty much slice-of-life, and the gloomy cloning background is fairly unimportant. It’s more of a vehicle for Kathy’s story. The pacing is slow. Extremely slow. It was like listening to a mediocre performance of Debussy’s piano sonatas (I’m more of a requiem girl). Don’t get me wrong – I like down moments – but the first 240 pages were all down moments. There was no movement, and the writing, while not bad, wasn’t beautiful enough (for me) to outweigh the monotony. I didn’t really like any of the three main characters (Kathy, her spoiled semi-best friend Ruth, and their communal boyfriend Tommy), especially not Ruth, but the experiences they had in school were very reminiscent of things I remember from my old childhood. It was very real, as if someone was telling actual memories, instead of creating fiction. The characterization, while subtle, was near perfect. Mostly I just found it boring, though. My attention would ebb, and I’d find other things to read in the meantime. On the other hand, it was the sort of book that almost has to be read slowly and in little chunks, so while I frequently got bored, I always wanted to come back to it after a short rest.
The last 50 pages were a completely different story. There was suddenly a plot! The memories were gone, and there was some (mild) action. Not as in fighting/killing/adventure action, but just movement of the characters. They talked, they acted, they did things. That was missing for the first 240 pages. The last 50 went by very quickly, and the climax with Madame, a former guardian at Hailsham, is extraordinarily touching. I found myself near tears. For these being characters I didn’t particularly like, I ended up very invested in them.
Interestingly enough, the book makes a statement about the (potential) humanity of human clones, but doesn’t necessarily say anything about cloning itself. I don’t know what Ishiguro feels about the idea of cloning in general, but he seems to say that human clones would not just be soulless half-people. They would be every bit as human as non-clones. His message also can be taken out of the cloning context and applied to almost any type of discrimination. Several characters were repulsed by the clones, and yet despite this “natural” aversion, they worked hard to help make conditions better, and to prove the clones had souls, that they were real people. It’s an interesting and powerful statement, that even if you have a prejudice, you can work hard to overcome it in order to do what’s right and help the people you’re prejudiced against.
There were things in this book that I felt were superfluous. There’s a huge preoccupation with sex that wasn’t terribly necessary, and the whole romantic triangle between the three main characters was the only character-based development that didn’t make a lot of sense because it came so late and yet claimed it had always been there. But even with its flaws, Never Let Me Go is far better than The Unconsoled in my opinion. I’m not sure I’ll read more Ishiguro, but I have much more respect for him now.
**Note: Within six months of reading this book, Never Let Me Go grew to be one of my favorite books of 2009. It was the sort of book that quietly worked its way into my brain and didn’t let go (no pun intended). I read back through this review now and am appalled by my thoughts. I think of this book completely differently now. It was beautiful and subtle and powerful. I plan to reread (and re-review) in the future, now understanding the beauty and power of the book. In other words, if you come across this review, please know that just about everything I said here changed within months of reading the book. I’ve heard this is fairly common with Never Let Me Go, actually. It’s a wonderful book and I highly recommend it.
New Moon, by Stephenie Meyer
In this second edition of the Twilight series, Edward becomes afraid that he’ll always be a danger to Bella, so he and his family run away. Bella goes nearly catatonic when he leaves, emerging only after months of zombie-like behavior, and survives after her awakening by clinging onto a former friend, Jacob. Jacob has two things in common with Edward – a love for Bella and a dark secret about his inner nature, a secret which will cause a huge conflict when Edward returns to town.
Okay, first let me just say I am officially sick of Bella+Edward. I’ll break this review into four parts.
The Good:
- Despite his physical descriptions being cribbed almost directly from J.K. Rowling, I liked Jacob a lot, until he changed into a werewolf. His friendship with Bella pretty much carried this book and was one of the only redeemable qualities of it.
- Edward was gone for most of the book. Oh thank goodness.
The Bad:
- The entire first quarter of the book was ridiculous. I felt like I was watching a cheesy soap opera! The chapters that just say “October” “November” and “December” one right after another, turning pages, were laughably absurd. And I mean I cracked up laughing for 10 mins or so and had to put the book away for awhile. Corny!
- Bella’s catatonic state and the depression she continues to carry afterwards were totally unbelievable and certainly not well-written. I know she’s a whiny, melodramatic girl, but this was too much to be real.
- Along the same lines, Bella overreacts to everything, even after Edward returns. She’s constantly clutching at tables, or getting dizzy, or falling all over herself. That girl’s going to have a heart attack before she turns twenty.
- Did anyone really believe Edward was leaving because he was tired of Bella? I didn’t think that for a moment, so when Bella starts saying at the end that she did, it’s just another unbelievable leap of logic. I can’t imagine anyone’s that stupid!
- Jacob turned into a total jerk after he changed. That ruined him for me.
- Edward came back. No!!! Cold marble is not sexy. I much preferred Bella sitting in Jacob’s overheated arms.
- There’s another huge plot hole, just like in the first book. Alice flies to Forks, and yet drives Carlisle’s car to Bella’s house? Um, hello? Carlisle’s car wouldn’t be in Forks waiting for her, would it? It would be wherever the Cullens are living. I honestly kept thinking this was important, that there’d be a moment when Bella mentions seeing the car outside to Alice, and Alice would say she didn’t have that particular car there, and it’d lead to fear (there was an evil vampire stalking Bella…). But no, the car’s just there for a quick getaway, even though it makes no sense. I guess I was thinking too hard, thinking there’d be some cleverness there.
Half & half:
- I enjoyed the voice in Bella’s head. I think it’s probably a clue as to what her power will be (or am I thinking too hard again?) when she’s eventually turned into a vampire (which seems completely inevitable at this point). I would have preferred, however, for it to have been more than a hallucination. I think it would have said more about her close bond with Edward if it had real.
- The literary tie to Romeo and Juliet was interesting. It was a good effort, but it would have been more effective had there been some mention of it between the beginning and the end. It also would have been better without so many heavy-handed references to the symbolic connection, but I appreciated the effort nonetheless.
And the Ugly:
Bella thinks the following line about Edward when she’s thinking about becoming a vampire in order to save him:
Maybe, when I was beautiful and strong, he wouldn’t want distractions.
This line horrified me. The implications!! In order for someone to love you – heck, even just to stop chasing distractions – you must be beautiful and strong. Inhumanly beautiful and strong. Bella consistently doesn’t think she’s good enough for Edward, particularly throughout this book. She thinks becoming a vampire will make them even, and not just on the food chain level. She wants beauty, talent, strength, and more. And she thinks that it will take those things in order for her to be worthy of Edward. Worthy!! Tons of young girls read these books – what is the message coming across here? That beauty is what makes a person worthy of love? Yes, yes, some will argue that Edward loves her just the way she is, and that’s good, I’m glad he does (not that he never casually insults her and her weaknesses…), but that’s not the message that’s coming across here. Bella feels like she has to be more, and that she’s so inferior to him in every way. That’s what’s coming across. I don’t like that message filtering through the minds of teenage girls, who already struggle with the pressures put on them by society and media.
In conclusion, I’m coming to think Bella is unimportant to these books even though she’s the narrator. She’s personality-less at this point, a whiny, over-reactive bimbo whose only role is to let all the other characters develop and shine. It’s unappealing. I’m in no hurry to read the next book, if I read it at all.
Btw – what’s with the bloody flower on the cover? Does anyone know what that refers to?
Blue Noon, by Scott Westerfeld
Suddenly, the blue time falls in the middle of the day, freezing all the daylighters, and surprising the handful of Midnighters that live in Bixby, OK. The Midnighters desperately search for answers as the boundaries between the secret hour and regular time start to crumble, leading to all out hysteria and potential massacre.
Hrm. Just like with Specials, I felt like the third of this trilogy simply wasn’t as good as the first two. There were some things that I loved – the contrast of various friendships, for instance – but more that unsettled me. Westerfeld has a way of leaving the end of a trilogy ambiguous, unclosed, messy. I imagine it has to be done that way on purpose, because the endings of the other books are so neat and perfect, with just a hint of what will come in the next book but satisfying on their own. But the end of this trilogy leaves so many questions unanswered or unsolved, so many situations torn apart and messy. I want to know what happens to Rex in that weird half-state he’s currently living in. I want to know what happens to after Rex and Melissa’s separation, and how Jessica and Jonathan are going to deal with the time-contrast problems they’ll end up having with their relationship. It seems in the end only Dess is preserved from sadness. At least she’s kept whole.
On a brighter note, this book kept me laughing. There are so many goth jokes! I loved it!
Perhaps I would have liked it better had I waited longer between Touching Darkness and Blue Noon. I think reading them so close together didn’t help. I burnt out a little, and this third one felt too fast. I plan to reread this one (slower) at some point, to wrap my head around everything better, but I still don’t like how torn apart everything gets. It’s funny, because in classic lit, or even most modern lit, it doesn’t bother me when things end messy or sad or hopeless, but when I read these books, I almost expect a happy or at least hopeful ending. At the end of these trilogies, I just don’t get that. That’s not to take anything away from Westerfeld’s writing, however. In some ways I respect him more for not shying away from the challenge of ambiguous, difficult endings. But at the same time, I couldn’t help but to want everything to end up not just saved, but well.
Book 1: The Secret Hour
Book 2: Touching Darkness
The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas
Oh finally! I’m done. I suppose I’ll just say right off that while this book is certainly well written, I didn’t enjoy it very much. It wasn’t the length or anything, though I wish I’d have chosen the abridged version. I’ll get to what bothered me momentarily. First I should give a short synopsis.
Spoilers follow for the rest of the review.
Edmond Dantes, an innocent young fisherman on the brink of marriage, is falsely accused of treason and thrown in prison. He’s stuck there for 14 years, when he escapes, discovers treasure, and spends a decade pulling together a massively intricate plan of vigilante justice against the people who put him in jail, caused him to lose his betrothed, and allowed his father to die in Edmond’s absence.
For the first 30 or so chapters, about 350 of my 1500 pages, I really enjoyed the book. There were a couple political/historical discussions that made no sense to me whatsoever, not being a history person myself, and I had to skim those, but for the most part, I sympathized with Edmond, I was touched by the goodness he did initially after he escaped from prison, and I had hope for the book in general. Unfortunately, Dumas then goes off on a 40-something-chapter (or 700-page) tangent. At least 500 of those pages had nothing to do with the story! I picked up a couple important names which reoccurred throughout the rest of the book, and beyond that, it was just boring and unnecessary. The last chapters picked up again, but by that point, I hated Edmond so much that I didn’t really care about all his plans, or how the plot turned out.
The first quarter of the book struck me differently than the rest. My biggest point to make about it has to do with the amount of guilt belonging to each person who led Edmond to prison. There were four people responsible to different degrees: Fernand, the jealous lover; Danglars, the spiteful coworker; Caderousse, the coveting neighbor; and Villefort, the ambitious lawyer. There is no doubt that of these four, Caderousse holds the least amount of responsibility. He doesn’t take part in writing the false accusation, and is kept too drunk to protest by Danglars and Fernand. He is, however, too cowardly to protest after Edmond is arrested, and later turns out to be a bad guy all around. But the other three all have a great responsibility. I have to admit, I understood both Fernand’s and Danglars’ motives. They may not be nice people, but they acted out of hatred, a strong emotion to them both. Villefort, however, completely bewilders me. In interviewing Edmond, he realizes he’s innocent, and decides to let him go. After Edmond leaves the room, however, he suddenly thinks, “Hey, I can better my station in life if I use this to my advantage!” Not in those exact words, of course, but it boils down to the same thing. He uses an innocent person, to whom he’s completely indifferent, on a whim, just to better himself. To me, that’s far worse than acting out of hatred or jealousy. I can’t understand that type of evil at all.
But after the first quarter of the book, this became a non-issue, because the biggest criminal of all emerged: Edmond Dantes himself. Seriously. He spends 25 years contemplating or planning revenge, exacted not only on the people responsible for his downfall but all of those around them. Not just they suffer – their families and friends and just about anyone that’s ever been in contact with them must suffer. And Edmond claims he’s only exacting the will of God, claiming he’s a messenger or an avenging angel. Okay, so maybe the statement won’t make me too popular, but it really bothers me when people claim they know and are executing the will of God against other human beings. I don’t mind if someone thinks they are following the dictates of God through a religion, such as going to church every Sunday or not eating pork or whatever, as long as they aren’t imposing on other people. But I don’t believe anyone has the right to hurt or avenge themselves on others and claim that it’s what God wants them to do. Indeed, even Dumas seems to recognize this, as after 1100 pages of vigilante justice, on the very last page of the book, Edmond admits that he was probably wrong to think God was guiding his actions. Of course, since he’s already destroyed all his enemies and their families, the revelation comes a little late. That’s convenient.
Other things bothered me, too (like Edmond ending up in a relationship with the teenage girl he’s raised as his daughter, ew!), but mostly I just didn’t have any sympathy with Edmond or his cause. In fact, there were few characters I liked all throughout the book. And while everyone pretty much received their due punishment except Edmond, I couldn’t feel good about it. I think it would have been sufficient for Edmond to have gone and proved that he was wrongly accused and put in jail. He could have brought about legal justice. Maybe it wouldn’t be as satisfying to him, but frankly, I don’t care. I would have enjoyed the book more had he been a good person.
I know other books by Dumas are also filled with this spiteful vigilante stuff. I think now of watching The Man in the Iron Mask, and I’m pretty sure the book would have been all about revenge and eye-for-an-eye justice, too. That pretty much causes me to want to avoid Dumas altogether. Having said that, though, I’m sure other people would actually get a kick out of this book, because there’s lots of adventure and a very intricate plot, except for the 700 pages in the middle where almost nothing happens. For being so old, it actually reads fairly modern, and I think the abridged version would cut out a lot of the babble and move along quickly.
And I am glad that I’ve read it now. I think it was good for me, even if I didn’t enjoy it.
Touching Darkness, by Scott Westerfeld
This is the second of three installments in the Midnighters series. Now that Jessica Day has discovered her power, everyone feels safe again, but not all dangers come from the midnight hour. Suddenly, there are normal dangers, outsiders who may not be able to access midnight, but who have found a way to interact with the creatures who can. While the Midnighters explore the history of their world, they discover conspiracy, and their lives are once again threatened by the secrets they unearth.
I actually enjoyed this book more than the first one. I was more familiar with the world these guys lived in, and Westerfeld did a lot more character development, especially with some of the Midnighters that had less of a role last time. I particularly enjoyed the bizarre connection between Melissa and Rex. The plot was more intricate, and the twists more difficult to predict, but at the same time, the pace was just a little slower (which I appreciated) and there were more down-moments. I now can’t wait to read the last book in the trilogy. Westerfeld has not yet disappointed me.
Book 1: The Secret Hour

