I picked both of these up because I really enjoyed Atlas Six, the intrigue of it, the setup, the motley assortment of characters both repelled by and drawn to each other, switching between character POVs and hearing their different voices and motivations. The way Olivie Blake writes is very interesting to me. It's on the wordy side, which I usually don't like, but there's a certain poetic beauty in the way the sentences fit together, in what the characters say or don't say, that I'm drawn to in spite of the wordiness.

but it wasn't love )

one for my enemy )

masters of death )
I'd like to preface this with "no hate", but that's not true. On the spectrum of hate to love, I'm leaning very far in one direction, and this isn't a fine line kind of situation. This is a there's a gulf I do not believe I can cross kind of situation. Maybe it's a little too harsh to categorize it as hate, and liking or disliking books is so subjective anyway, but on a personal level this one still hurt me.

tl;dr not my vibe. and to my future self, I guess if you ever forget this whole experience and attempt to pick this book up again, here's your reminder to put it back down.

and here we go... )
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