Splinterpoint by Regina St. Claire

You ever read one of those books that is just so good, and so awesome that you feel like you never need to read again? The sort of book that fulfills every wish and desire you didn’t even know you had involving genre-bending insanity, trope-poking hilarity, perfect plot balance, and unmatchable awesomiosity? That would be Splinterpoint by Regina St. Claire.

I shit you not. I don’t think I will ever need to read again. I don’t even think I need to write again, because the book of my heart has already been written (also I’m not quite that funny, nor quite that capable of tying in tiny details to the plot). This book is like the mic drop of all the best books ever, and there’s nothing left.

That’s it.

This is the end.