NEVERNIGHT by Jay Kristoff

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But here is truth, gentlefriends, no matter the number of suns in your sky.
At the heart of it, two kinds of people live in this world or any other:
those who flee, and those who die.

When I first discovered about Nevernight’s existence, I didn’t feel inclined at all to pick it up. Probably because I had heard that Kristoff’s writing was not for everyone, and I always have a hard time with writing styles that are ‘not for everyone’. I still have to figure out what that means, tho.
Then it got translated into Italian, and suddenly my Instagram timeline was f i l l e d with pictures of the upcoming translations, sneak peeks of finished copies – very beautiful ones, might I add -, endless stories, posts, comments. I’m telling you, there was no fucking way of escaping the hype.
And the hype, you know, is a bit like a spider. It patiently weaves its web, sets its trap, and when the fly naively wanders through its domain, it’s doomed.
This, gentlefriends, is how I met Mia Corvere.