However, it didn’t deter him from reading on Weep–a city which he called the Unseen City a city whose real name had been erased from history and which had been forgotten for centuries. He was also a dreamer a trait which was not encouraged either in the monastery where he was raised or in the library where he spent much of his older life.
The main character, Lazlo was such a wonderful guy. No, it made me want to read more and that, my dears, is the hallmark of an interesting novel. I didn’t understand the prologue (first two pages) but unlike a lot of books, it didn’t make me groan in confusion. Who wouldn’t want to read on after this? Definitely not me. On the second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky. The story started with a prologue the death of a blue girl and it was written in such a way that I wanted to read more. I usually like purple prose in small amounts but this book was full of purple prose and I absolutely loved it! The writing style of this book is so beautiful.
Imagine my sadness and horror when I realised the story isn’t complete!!!😭😭😭 I read this book thinking it was a standalone. How did he dream her before he knew she existed? And if all the gods are dead, why does she seem so real? The answers await in Weep, but so do more mysteries–including the blue-skinned goddess who appears in Lazlo’s dreams. 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? 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 or lose his dream forever. 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. 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. ‘Something beautiful and full of monsters.’ Dream up something wild and improbable,’ she pleaded. Publisher: Little Brown Books for Young Readers
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