It’s 1889. The city is on the cusp of industry and power, and the Exposition Universelle has breathed new life into the streets and dredged up ancient secrets. Here, no one keeps tabs on dark truths better than treasure-hunter and wealthy hotelier Séverin Montagnet-Alarie. When the elite, ever-powerful Order of Babel coerces him to help them on a mission, Séverin is offered a treasure that he never imagined: his true inheritance.
To hunt down the ancient artifact the Order seeks, Séverin calls upon a band of unlikely experts: An engineer with a debt to pay. A historian banished from his home. A dancer with a sinister past. And a brother in arms if not blood.
Together, they will join Séverin as he explores the dark, glittering heart of Paris. What they find might change the course of history–but only if they can stay alive.
I picked up The Gilded Wolves because I saw it billed as fantasy National Treasure, and, um, YES. However, it ended up being more of a steampunk-aesthetic-magic version of Indiana Jones really. Which again, YES. But I just wanted … more.
I don’t know if I shared this on my blog or not, but a couple of months ago I quit my teaching job for next school year. Because I don’t have enough on my plate right now, I had to add looking for a new school. lol
It was terrifying. I’m horrible at the job hunt bit of adulting. I don’t know, I just can’t get the hang of cover letters or interviews. I quite like the school I am at, but the drive is killing me because I’m just not getting to spend enough time with my kids. There were some other reasons, but the biggest one was commuting for 120-150 minutes every day.
But yesterday I was offered a job! I am really excited. It’s close to home, it seems like a great school, and I’m just looking forward to a fresh start. I’m doing something completely different than I’ve ever done before, but I can’t wait to teach BOOKS!
So I just wanted to tell you guys. Too excited to keep it to myself. *squee!!!!*
Today I’m going to talk about something that a lot of people are going to disagree with me about. This is something that has been quietly bothering me for some time, but came to a head in recent months, and I hope you’ll give me a chance to have my say.
There’s a lot of talk about representation in literature. Most often in 2019 we talk about diversity in terms of race/ethnicity and sexuality, however there is a growing movement calling for positive representation of mental health and people with disabilities. You don’t hear much about diversity in terms of religion. And if you do, you expect to hear about Muslim characters.
However, I am here to tell you, friends, that in 21st century literature, religious characters are highly underrepresented.
Nahri has never believed in magic. Certainly, she has power; on the streets of 18th century Cairo, she’s a con woman of unsurpassed talent. But she knows better than anyone that the trade she uses to get by—palm readings, zars, healings—are all tricks, sleights of hand, learned skills; a means to the delightful end of swindling Ottoman nobles.
But when Nahri accidentally summons an equally sly, darkly mysterious djinn warrior to her side during one of her cons, she’s forced to accept that the magical world she thought only existed in childhood stories is real. For the warrior tells her a new tale: across hot, windswept sands teeming with creatures of fire, and rivers where the mythical marid sleep; past ruins of once-magnificent human metropolises, and mountains where the circling hawks are not what they seem, lies Daevabad, the legendary city of brass, a city to which Nahri is irrevocably bound.
In that city, behind gilded brass walls laced with enchantments, behind the six gates of the six djinn tribes, old resentments are simmering. And when Nahri decides to enter this world, she learns that true power is fierce and brutal. That magic cannot shield her from the dangerous web of court politics. That even the cleverest of schemes can have deadly consequences.
I. LOVED. THIS. BOOK.
Honestly, I adored it so much that I’m not sure I can even really talk about what it is that I liked so much. I’m not sure I really know what it is that I liked so much. It was different from anything I’d ever read before, it was so well written, it checked all the boxes of things I love in a fantasy book. I just … loved it.
Has it really been two years???? It’s hard to believe, but this blog is older than my baby. I can’t believe that I’ve actually stuck with it for this long, but even more that I am STILL ENJOYING BLOGGING as much as I did in the beginning, if not more!
Things have been really crazy here on year 2 of Never Not Reading. Some notable moments have been:
I turned 30 😬
Starting Grad School (and therefore blogging less…)
New look and gorgeous cover image
Started hosting Calendar Girls
I’ve still got another year or so of graduate school, so thank you all for sticking with me even though I haven’t been around that much. I still can’t believe that there are 1,000 people who care what I have to say about books. Thank you for being my friends. Love you guys. You make this amazing.
Confession time: I’m a Swiftie!. After I graduated from college I listened to Speak Now basically on loop. I have all of her albums memorized beginning to end. Except for the newest one… Reputation. Not as much my thing.
So a T-Swift book tag??? YES PLEASE! When I saw this on Hammock of Books I knew I had to do it.
Answer as many or as few of the questions as you’d like.
Feel free to use any of the graphics in her post.
Tag however many people you’d like at the end!
You’re Not Sorry
A book that unapologetically broke your heart
You guys are probably going to get tired of hearing me go on about Bel Canto by Ann Patchett, but it 100% qualifies for this question. I ugly cried for about 30 minutes after I finished reading it. In the best possible way. God, I am obsessed with this book.