Imagine if Sanderson's books were angrier.
Or if Kill Bill were systemic in scope.
Imagine if Fight Club's Tyler Durden weren't a separate personality, but an actual living, breathing partner.
What if Starship Troopers really was anti-fascist.
If Red Rising, instead of having a Roman aesthetic, were inspired by Chinese history and myths.
If Katniss, Gale and Peeta from The Hunger Games were a loving throuple.

This BOOOOOOOOK, my dudes! THIS BOOK! This. Book!

Yes, it's a tale of bloody revenge... but it's so much more. This book commands us to question our status quo and basic beliefs. What's rumor, or bias, or imposed by flawed systems? This book is a love letter to - by which I mean a howling, cathartic scream across the void of space and time for - all the generations who have been traumatized by traditional gender roles: The subjugation of, and violence against, women; the militarization of men; the lack of allowance for queer space; the cyclical nature of raising children to be sacrificed "for nation" or "for family" or "for honor"; the stagnation of a people whose government attempts to intimidate them into obedience, rather than celebrating the lives they should hold as their sacred charge. There is also a deep grief in this book, for the things which ARE beautiful in a people's (in this case, not-so-faux China's) history, and are outnumbered by the mistakes and cruelties committed by those same people; the tragedy of What We Could Have Been had we encouraged, rather than stifled, our own people. This book makes injustice and trauma its focus, does not apologize for being angry or unkind, and calls on the audience to recognize why sometimes a big, loud, disturbance to status quo IS necessary.

Vive la revolution!!!!

I CANNOT wait to plunge into book 2!