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"So we'll have our own concentration camp?"

"That's right. We invented them, you know, in the Boer War."

WHY AREN'T YOU READING THIS BOOK?

They've mentioned this beard so many times that I'm going to be absolutely CRUSHED if Alan's not hiding anything under it.

THE RETURN OF (LUCY) KAHN!!!!

I'm really hoping the lady in the silver Mercedes just mows Note down in broad daylight.

NATHAN USE YOUR BRAINS. THEY ARE THERE FOR A REASON.

"'Cause the woman who kept me chained up in a cage was a Russian-loving lunatic, you stupid, spoiled Swiss idiot!"

"My name is Ivan. Ivan Shukhov."

WHY AREN'T YOU READING THIS BOOK ALREADY???

Grace Makutsi 5-ever.

EVERYONE SHOULD BE READING THIS BOOK.

Hmmmm.....

A protagonist doesn't have to be ALL THE THINGS to be interesting to a reader. She doesn't have to be pretty AND scarred AND common AND royal AND abandoned AND adopted AND AND AND.

It's too much. IT'S TOO MUCH. There are other characters.

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

We now interrupt this hate-read to make the following announcement: SUCK IT, DUKE.

Fifty three pages is too soon to be talking about our feels and our EPIC LOVES. People, this is a disaster. Gisbourne is now sheriff. Half the good guys are in jail catching consumption. Robin is a hot PTSD mess.

BE OUTLAWS AND GO STAB SOMEBODY JESUS.

Can we have a conversation about dialogue? Maybe a DIALOGUE about dialogue?

As a writer, you can't commit to speaking faux-medieval English for atmosphere ("The fire were going out" and then turn around and Dr. Phil it ("All he'd understand is someone that claims to love Scarlet is hurting her.")

Also, quit trying to make John/Marian/Robin happen. JUST QUIT.

GOAT FUCKING SON OF A WHORE.

I'm now convinced that the whole play is a setup to catch insurrectionists.

This book is making me paranoid as hell.

Well played, Walton. Well played.

"You don't have to be a terrorist to want to kill Hitler."

Good point, Mr. Green, good point.

"England is a country of sleepwalkers, walking over the edge of a cliff, and has been these last eight years. You're preposterous, you're content, and you don't care what's going on the other side of the Channel as long as you can keep on having boat races and horse shows and coming up to London to see a show, or for the workers, dog races and days on the beach at Southend."

Oh, Carmichael. Trust No One. Your boyfriend is totally going to narc on you. It's like you misplaced your copy of V For Vendetta.

Sure, I'm staying with an anarchist Irish bomb-builder who has repeatedly threatened my life. And yes, he wants me to blow up some heads of state. But the sex is JUST TOO GOOD.

Wow. This girl's really really dumb. Like really dumb for real. She's "ugh I don't want to talk about labor camps I'm AN ACTRESS" level ignorant. Wow.

"Mr. Churchill, or Mr. Attlee, wouldn't really do anything differently from the way Mr. Normanby's doing it. As for Hitler, what happens in the Reich isn't any of our business."

O RLY?

I'm so impressed with how scary Jo Walton makes these books.

This one is really not gripping me. I hate to say it, but it feels like Smith is kind of phoning it in on this one.

I want a Mr. JLB Matekone.