Just picturing my life in one long soggy wet mess of soaked furniture and walls ready to burst - I mean it's been a premature unnatural rainy season for a couple of weeks on and off - this is my nightmare. It's literally pitter pattering light rain record scratch and update welp, it's damn near hailing now🌧️ as I read. No matter how lush it looks out there - I'd still like to classify this as horror.
So, of course I love this horrid imagining of a post-climate catastrophe world where somehow, mother nature (in the form of "benevolent being) rains on our collective homo sapien parade ... Inside our freaking shelters and absolutely nowhere to hide.
"Rain roars on the second floor. Dark stains splinter and meet across the plaster sky. There is the small echo of thunder in empty rooms, the smell of ozone." uhm yeah no thanks.
That Character:
Earth as a wackadoodled watery planet
That scene:
Lucy and the former fanatic conversating after Noel skulks away
Favorite /Unique Quotes:
🖤 "Things come and go. Even losing my legs didn’t put me out. I thought the gods might like it, me kneeling all the time." (Carve The Heretic)
She knows he only wants her to be safe. But what do you do with that? What do you do when what is best and what you need do not match?. (relatable)
Curious/Unique Concepts:
■ Interior rain as a destructive force
Cover Cause I'm a Bird:
I was drawn in by the color blends, didn't even see the title.
Re-readability: Yeah I enjoyed this
GR Rating: 3.5⭐
CAWPILE:6
StoryGraph Challenge: 1800 Books by 2027
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