Harrow the Ninth is a clusterfuck of a book. It makes no sense, it doesn't explain anything, it ruins everything you loved in the first one. It is great.

While I didn't have the most fun while reading the book, the experience of having read it is amazing. Tamsyn Muir shows what a great author she is with the disconnected chapters, the unreliable and questionable narrator, the second person pov, all of which manages to fit in the end.

My one gripe with the story was that it was treating The Big Twist like the most shocking reveal possible, assuming the reader was still definitely out of the loop when... it wasn't really the case for me? Most of the mystery was possible to assume by page 100, which doesn't mean the mystery wasn't good, or that is bad when the reader figures it out before the characters, but the tone of the narrative being "wooow, wonder what is happening here huh!" got quite annoying the longer it went.

It still was a great, great addition to the trilogy, and I have nothing but respect for an author who dares to break and crush any reader's expectations. Even the things I saw coming were still satisfactory and the emotion and pain put in every character is unparalleled.