Nevernight |
Publisher: Harper Voyager
Genre: Fantasy
Author: Jay Kristoff
Age Group: Adult
Source: Received as a gift
Review
This is my first time reading a Jay
Kristoff book and for a while I put off reading it because I was unsure about
other reviewers concerns for trigger issues and whether I would be comfortable
reading Nevernight because of this. However, in the end I decided I
would in fact read this book and was so glad I did because it was absolutely
amazing. Yes, there are difficult themes and issues but I personally felt
they were handled safely, respectfully, and considerately by the author.
This is in no way a young adult book, though there are a number of mature young
adults that have read it, but notably Nevernight is classed as an adult
fantasy. If you are considering reading this book then do, you will not be
disappointed, but you need to be aware that there are some themes and issues
that might trigger some readers more than others. Key trigger warnings are
the discussion of child slavery and rape. Other triggers to note are scenes
involving sex, crude language and violence. As I already said this is an adult
book but there are some young adults, such as 18 year olds, that may choose to
read this and I think it only right that they are aware of some difficult
issues that may arise without giving in-depth spoilers.
At first, reading Nevernight I
was left feeling rather jarred by the way the narrator speaks and felt rather
unsure of whether this books narration would work for me. But I did not let it
stop me from reading and even though I was initially unsure I actually grew to
enjoy the books form of narration. Mr Kristoff is a fantastic writer because
even though readers might come into the book unsure of his chosen narrative
tone they mostly leave having enjoyed the book and this is because of the
strength of his character development and exciting world building. The
opening chapter was so clever and in its own way beautiful because of Mr
Kristoff’s chosen language and descriptions. Without giving too much away the
opening chapter begins with us meeting Mia, the protagonist, as she takes part
in two actions one involving sex and the other involving a murder. Though these
actions do not take place at the same time they are introduced together because
the language used to describe them is almost the same, because some phrases are
used to describe both, and I actually really enjoyed how Kristoff cleverly
brought these scenes together. Below is an extract from the simultaneous scenes
which I believe encompass some of the cleverness and strength of Kristoff’s
writing abilities (please be aware that the first is alluding to sexual scenes
and the other to an assassins murder):
Was this the way it should feel? Was this the way it should be? [...] And she’d known the first was usually the worst. She’d thought herself ready; soft enough, wet enough, wanting enough. That everything the other street girls had said between the giggles and the knowing glances wouldn’t be true for her. 'Close your eyes,' they’d counselled. 'It’ll be over soon enough.'
Is this the way it should feel? Is this the way it should be? […] And she knew the first was usually the worst. She’d thought she wasn’t ready; not strong enough, not cold enough, that Old Mercurio’s reassurances wouldn’t be true for her. 'Remember to breathe,' he’d counselled. 'It’ll be over soon enough.'
'You know, I’ve never understood that. How being named for a woman’s nethers is somehow more grievous than any other insult. Seems to me calling someone after a man’s privates is worse. I mean, what do you picture when you hear a fellow called a cock?' […] 'You imagine an oaf, don’t you?' […] An exhalation of clove-sweet grey into the air between them. 'Cock is just another word for "fool." But you call someone a c–t, well…' The girl smiled.
'…bravo…' Mister Kindly had said. '…if only i had hands to applaud…' Mia smacked her backside. 'I’d settle for lips to kiss my sweet behind.' '…i would have to find it first…' 'Arses are like wine, Mister Kindly. Better too little than too much.' '…a beauty and a philosopher. be still, my beating heart…'
Synopsis (Goodreads)
Mia Corvere
is only ten years old when she is given her first lesson in death.
Destined to
destroy empires, the child raised in shadows made a promise on the day she lost
everything: to avenge herself on those that shattered her world.
But the
chance to strike against such powerful enemies will be fleeting, and Mia must
become a weapon without equal. Before she seeks vengeance, she must seek
training among the infamous assassins of the Red Church of Itreya.
Inside the
Church's halls, Mia must prove herself against the deadliest of opponents and
survive the tutelage of murderers, liars and daemons at the heart of a murder
cult.
The Church
is no ordinary school. But Mia is no ordinary student.
The Red
Church is no ordinary school, but Mia is no ordinary student.
The shadows
love her.
And they
drink her fear.
Key Quotes
'Truth is, there’s no difference between your nethers and mine. Aside from the obvious, of course. But one doesn’t carry any more weight than the other. Why should what’s between my legs be considered any smarter or stupider, any worse or better? It’s all just meat, Don Tric. In the end, it’s all just food for worms...'
'Your mind will serve you better than any trinket under the suns,' she’d said. 'It is a weapon, Mia. And like any weapon, you need practice to be any good at wielding it.' 'But mother—' 'No, Mia Corvere. Beauty you’re born with, but brains you earn.'
'Why did you attack us?' 'If Naev had attacked her, the sands would be redder. Naev asked why they followed her. And now Naev knows. Naev wonders at the girl’s skill. And now Naev sees.' The veiled woman looked back and forth between them, made a slurping sound. 'Sees a pair of fools.' […] 'Who are you calling fool, shorty?' The woman glanced in his direction. 'The boy whose throat Naev could have cut.'
“…Sometimes weakness is a weapon. If you’re smart enough to use it.”
'I think it’s time to recruit the most dangerous man in these halls,' she said. Tric looked back up to the Hall of Songs, the Shahiid they’d just fled from. “I thought we just ran away from the most dangerous man in these halls.” Mia tried to smile. Settled for shaking her head. 'You’ve obviously not spent enough time with librarians, Don Tric.'