this is by no means a perfect book. it’s a hodgepodge of stories, often damn near impossible to follow, the pacing drove me insane, and I am absolutely not confident in my ability to understand it.

but also I’m madly in love. I haven’t felt this kind of glorious whimsy in years. so thank you for that, starless sea.

doesn’t feel like a novel so much as it does a myth, or a collection of myths, or a whole text of folkloric fever dreams.

and again I’m so very okay with it because it was so fucking beautiful ;u;