WHAT’S PLAYING: The Cataracs feat. Dev “Top of the World”
I’ve fallen woefully behind on my book a week challenge, so I decided to up the ante to two books a week.
Alexia Tarabotti is back! Eight months pregnant and as formidable as ever. When a ghost appears with a garbled message that seems to indicate a supernatural plot to assassinate Queen Victoria, Alexia leaps (or rather waddles) into action and starts digging into the past. To do this, she enlists the help of her longtime friends, the vampire Lord Akeldama and Ivy Turnstell née Hisselpenny. All this while her sister Felicity is trying to genteelly run away from their parents by moving in with Alexia and joining the suffragette movement. But Lady Maccon has another problem – the vampire hives want her dead because of the child she carries.
Alexia Maccon is one of the best protagonists I’ve ever come across. She’s independent, strong, intelligent and fierce. I love how she forges ahead through even the most difficult circumstances with practicality, calm, and of course, tea. Though her powers are not extensive or miraculous when compared to her supernatural companions, she still manages to be awesome.
If I had to pick one thing to complain about, it would be the plot. It just moved slower than in the other books, and a couple of the twists were obvious red herrings that I could have done without.
Still, I have to say it was wonderful to visit with Alexia and friends once again and, as usual, Carriger’s world building left me in awe.
Favorite Line/Image: They poured out the lower doors and windows of the castle, howling to the skies. They evolved into a kind of cohesive moving liquid, flowing down the hillside as one silvered blob, like mercury on a scientist’s palm. The howling became deafening as they neared, and they were swifter than Alexia remembered, full of eternal rage at a world that forced such a cost of immortality upon them. Any human would flee, and Alexia could see that even the vampires were tempted to run away from the massive supernatural force charging toward them.
At the front ran the biggest of the lot, a brindled wolf with yellow eyes, intent on but one thing—a smell on the evening breeze. It was the scent of mate, and lover, and partner, and fear, and something new coming. Near to that, twining with it, was the scent of young boy, fresh meat to be consumed. Underneath was the smell of rotten flesh and old bloodlines—other predators invading his territory. Dominating it all was the odor of industry, a monstrous machine, another enemy.
Bottom Line: Once again, Gail Carriger delivers a wonderful romp, replete with mannerly humor and humorous manners.