216 pages
Published 2024
Read from February 7 to February 9
Rating: 4.5 out of 5
“Fuck the road you walked on, the sky you fell out of, the clouds that shielded you from rain, and anyone who gave you a moment of peace or comfort. Fuck everything that brought you here to stand in front of me without knowing what shame is, and when I dance on the wind, I will turn the names that were given to you to mud—”
I knew I would love this book. Vo is one of my favorite authors, consistently turning out future classics. But that was the moment I knew this was the book I needed in my life at this point in time.
Vitrine is a demon who has claimed the city of Azril as her own, nurturing its potential and fomenting chaos, caretaker and troublemaker, through the generations. When angels come and destroy her city, she is left to grieve, but her curse lodges in one of the angels, who cannot be free of the piece of her lodged within him. Over the ensuing years, Vitrine cleans and hopes to rebuild, while the angel lingers, unable to return to his cosmic home.
City is a novel of grief and healing, of creation and joy and life, of rage against uncaring holiness. It is, beautifully and passionately, a novel of our times.
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