by Laini Taylor
Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton
Release Date: March 28th 2017
The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around – and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance to lose his dream forever.
What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?
The answers await in Weep, but so do more mysteries – including the blue-skinned goddess who appears in Lazlo’s dreams. How did he dream her before he knew she existed? And if all the gods are dead, why does she seem so real?
In this sweeping and breathtaking new novel by National Book Award finalist Laini Taylor, author of the New York Times bestselling Daughter of Smoke & Bone trilogy, the shadow of the past is as real as the ghosts who haunt the citadel of murdered gods. Fall into a mythical world of dread and wonder, moths and nightmares, love and carnage.
“You’re a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable,” she pleaded. “Something beautiful and full of monsters.”
“Beautiful and full of monsters?”
“All the best stories are.”
So it has been a few days since I finished Strange the Dreamer and I still am having trouble really detailing what it was that I loved about it so much. There are so many amazing reviews of this book already that I’m not sure I have much else to offer that has not been said a billion times.
This book was just so damn gorgeous. Laini Taylor’s prose pulls me into her dream world and all I can think about it how magical and wonderful it would be to be part of this story. And this is even after you learn about all the horrible things that the people (especially the women) of Weep had to endure. I still want to be there. I want to see that magic.
“I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you’ll let me be in your story.”
Every once in a while I read something that makes me fall in love with books again. Of course I never really fell out of love, per se, but I get into ruts or groves like anyone else. Strange the Dreamer awakened something in me. This is the reason I read so much. This is the reason I love bookstores and libraries. This is the reason I have a blog. Because every once in a while a novel comes along that makes every mediocre book I’ve slogged through this year seem worth it. This one is special.
And I’ll leave it at that. If you haven’t read this book yet, please don’t wait too much longer. If you’ve read all the praise and still weren’t interested than I can’t imagine anything I would say would change your mind anyway. And either way, I hope you find a book that makes you as happy as this one made me…. with a bit of crying & devastation, of course.
He had loved the library, and had felt, as a boy, as though it had a kind of sentience, and perhaps loved him back. But even if it was just walls and a roof with papers inside, it had bewitched him, and drawn him in, and given him everything he needed to become himself.