I don’t think I’ve ever read a book quite like this.
I have actually read Daughter of Smoke and Bone and it was a few years ago now, but I didn’t quite fall in love with it. And this one is very slow-paced – not a lot happens, but the gorgeous writing and the DREAMS made up for it.
First let’s talk about Lazlo Strange.
He’s the main character of this book – quiet, unassuming, intelligent and a librarian (which is excellent). And he’s absolutely obsessed with Weep. Weep, a city that lost its name, that has remained a mystery within a mystery. Weep, a city that he suddenly has the opportunity to visit.
The world-building is incredibly ambitious. There’s a lot happening, a whole world that’s very different to ours. Gods are not the same. People are not the same. There are parallels, sure, but in creating the city of Weep, Laini Taylor has constructed something so out-of-this-world it’s hard to describe the scope of it.
There’s also a lot about dreams.
Of course there’s a romance (what else is new in YA). Sarai is the other half of this romance, a blue-skinned daughter of the Goddess of Despair, trapped in a citadel suspended above Weep. Her gift is more of a curse, and every night she sends moths down to Weep and invades their dreams. With Lazlo, it’s different. He can see her – nobody else has been able to see her before. So they re-make their dreams, they both inhabit them, and they change their own worlds.
I tell you what, I’d love to be able to take control of my dreams. Mostly they’re just ludicrous things that I have no memory of after a few hours. But the writing is so beautiful and whimsical that the whole book felt like a dream.
Basically, it’s a really vast and complicated fantasy that focuses on the spaces between good and evil.
Despite the slow pacing, I really enjoyed it more towards the end and I definitely fell in love with Laini Taylor’s writing, the beautiful world she’s created, and Lazlo Strange.
The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around—and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance or lose his dream forever.
What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?
The answers await in Weep, but so do more mysteries—including the blue-skinned goddess who appears in Lazlo’s dreams. How did he dream her before he knew she existed? And if all the gods are dead, why does she seem so real?
Welcome to Weep.
What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?