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Kobo freezes/crashes after adding books; if yours does too, chime in!

Not every time, but most times I send books to my Kobo from Calibre, after ejecting the Kobo it freezes, only displaying the cover of whatever I was last reading, and I have to force a restart to make it work again.

Sometimes it doesn't happen immediately; the Kobo is ejected, opens normally, loads the new books fine. But the next time it goes to sleep, it doesn't wake up properly - lights up, but only shows the cover of what I was reading, until I force a restart again.

I saw the same problem in this post from last month on the Calibre subreddit, but nobody shared many details there.

Can everyone who has had this problem chime in? I have a thread on Mobileread where the experts there are trying to help me, but if this is happening to more people than just me (which last month's post proves I think), then we need to gather data to figure out what we all have in common.

What Kobo do you have? What firmware version are you running? Do you have any patches in use? Have you always had this issue, or did it start happening long after you got your Kobo?

I'm using a Clara Colour, running 4.44.23552, and I'm using a line space and orphan/widows avoidance patch. I'm pretty sure this has been happening since I got my Kobo just a few months ago. It definitely started before I updated to the latest firmware.

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u/Siavahda — 5 days ago

Kobo freezes/crashes after adding books; if yours does too, chime in!

Not every time, but most times I send books to my Kobo from Calibre, after ejecting the Kobo it freezes, only displaying the cover of whatever I was last reading, and I have to force a restart to make it work again.

Sometimes it doesn't happen immediately; the Kobo is ejected, opens normally, loads the new books fine. But the next time it goes to sleep, it doesn't wake up properly - lights up, but only shows the cover of what I was reading, until I force a restart again.

I saw the same problem in this post from last month, but nobody shared many details there.

Can everyone who has had this problem chime in? I have a thread on Mobileread where the experts there are trying to help me, but if this is happening to more people than just me (which last month's post proves I think), then we need to gather data to figure out what we all have in common.

What Kobo do you have? What firmware version are you running? Do you have any patches in use? Have you always had this issue, or did it start happening long after you got your Kobo?

I'm using a Clara Colour, running 4.44.23552, and I'm using a line space and orphan/widows avoidance patch. I'm pretty sure this has been happening since I got my Kobo just a few months ago. It definitely started before I updated to the latest firmware.

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u/Siavahda — 5 days ago
▲ 23 r/QueerSFF+1 crossposts

Necromantic Perfection: The Halls of the Dead by S. M. Hallow

The Halls of the Dead by S. M. Hallow
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Historical Fantasy, Horror, Queer Protagonists
Representation: Bi/pansexual MC with chronic pain, bi/pansexual MCs, >!F/F/M polyamory!<
PoV: First-person, present-tense; three PoVs
Published on: 18th August 2026

I received this book for free from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

Highlights

~feral necromancers
~feral necromancers feral for each other
~resurrect your gays
~horror as adoration
~queer as in fuck you
>!~polyamory > love triangle!<
~let’s be monsters together

If Gideon the Ninth had a baby with Kushiel’s Dart that was then raised by Showtime’s Penny Dreadful, this is the book you’d get.

If the right-wingers ever find out about it, it’s going to be banned EVERYWHERE.

All of which I mean as the HIGHEST of praise!

How do I even BEGIN to tell you how breathtakingly, viciously gorgeous this book is? How extremely mandatory it is that you read it? Where do I start – with the spellbinding prose, so exquisite I filled my copy of the book with highlights? The characters, who are feral, and feral for each other? Or maybe the GENIUS of what Hallow has done here with the horror: taking so many tropes and tableaus that would usually be nightmare-fuel, and reinterpreting them, reframing them, presenting them to us as moments of incredible love – but, crucially, without stripping them of the blood and rot and muddy grave-dirt. Without ‘prettifying’ any of it. Without making it one iota more palatable, more conventional, more comfortable for the pearl-clutchers.

This is a book that revels in the gore, the ick, the rot; that is thrillingly, gleefully transgressive in its depictions of love and sex and violence. It’s a war-cry and a howl, it is so furiously angry, it is bared teeth and blood-stained kisses and cut throats. It’s cathartic wish-fulfilment for the queers and the weirds and the crips, for everyone who’s ever wanted to claw a fascist’s eyes out, for everyone who would rather their True Love come back Wrong than not come back at all.

It is glorious.

>The world is ours, now. We snatched it with broken fingers and ate it with kicked-in teeth. We’re never giving it back.

This is the first book I’ve come across that deserves the label ‘horrormantasy’; not because there is horror and magic and also romance, but because Hallow has genuinely fused the three, melted and forged them together into something new and awe-full. The horror is romantic, adoring, worshipful; the magic is filthy and raw and gross, by normal people’s standards; the romance is definitely one most people would find disturbing. We’re talking making out while covered in blood; getting off on the fact the mouth kissing you just literally devoured someone; finding it sexy when your lover comes back from the dead very, very Wrong. It feels Gothic to me, impossibly intense and decadent, all blood and velvet, lovers relishing and celebrating each other’s monstrousness and calling it beautiful.

>my Venus flytrap of a wife, my pitcher plant made flesh. Our hands palming each other’s bodies are the claws of wolves holding down their kill. My fingers inside her are vultures’ beaks diving into the rancid ribcage, unafraid, inspired, delighted by the rot they find when buried to the hilt.

To quote Simon Jiminez for a moment, this is a love story to its blade-dented bone, and that is evident in every aspect of the book. >!It is so much a love story that two lovers just aren’t enough; Irene and Agnes and St. John are all in love together by the end of Halls of the Dead, disdaining the nonsense of a love triangle in favour of polyamory.!< Love is spilling out of all these characters just as much as necromancy is, and that’s why the necromancy is there at all for them to use: because necromancy is love made manifest, in this setting. It’s an approach I haven’t seen before; CSE Cooney’s Saint Death series reframes necromancy as a love of life and living, and this is similar but very different. Hallow’s necromancy isn’t about loving life: it’s about love of the individual (or individuals), personal and primal and raw. It’s the ugly, unsanitised, we-all-pretend-it’s-not-there side of love; the love that wails with grief at a funeral, the love that would trade the lives of a thousand strangers for the beloved’s in a heartbeat, the love you really would kill for, die for, break the laws of nature for.

>“Necromancy is the art of saying no,” I say. “‘No, I won’t let you go. No, I won’t let you be destroyed.’”

Which is maybe why Hallow’s necromancy is so honest: by which I mean, horrifying, as it should be. Most of the time, storytellers skim over the fact that this is a magic of death and the dead, and what that must inevitably entail; they handwave away the grosser details. And I completely get why! But Hallow doesn’t do that, and I’m so glad, because this take on necromancy is fantastic – both because it feels original and new, and because it keeps the reader grounded in the reality of the magic and the story. There is no handwaving here, and Hallow doesn’t allow us to do any handwaving, either. We’re not allowed to skim over the gore and the cannibalism and the husband stuffed full of dirt and bugs. To engage at all, we have to admit what we’re looking at, what we’re reading. We’re never allowed to forget it.

>the necromancer’s tongue, the backward language of cutthroat murder and spiritual slaughter, that rough and hard-earned dialect of the dark. When I speak it, a snake slides up my throat and hisses with my mouth; the shadow behind my mangled soul wraps its raven wings around my ribs.

>It is a homecoming.

>It is the world of the dead welcoming me to the place where I belong.

That is part of why Halls of the Dead feels defiant, I think: it has been written in defiance of so many things – ideas – genre conventions – people – and it refuses to be anything but what it is. Take it or leave it. It’s not interested in being mass-appeal, or easy, or palatable. It’s queer as in fuck you in book form, in spirit and philosophy – as well as literally having an all-queer cast.

The villains are people who burn books. I mean. I feel like that tells you so much of what you need to know!

Speaking of books: OMFG I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THE GRIMOIRES! When the publishing deal for this one was first announced, it was the mention of ‘sentient grimoires bound in human skin’ that had me adding it to my ‘keep an eye out for’ list and setting up allll the Google alerts to make sure I knew the second it was available to preorder. BECAUSE HOW COULD I DO OTHERWISE??? That’s such a magnificent idea and I love it. I love the grimoires. But besides being ‘just’ EXTREMELY COOL, they’re also a perfect example of what I was talking about before, the way Hallow has reframed/reinterpreted horror. Books bound in human skin are a horror staple, we’ve all come across them in pop culture before; they’re unambiguously terrible, evil, horrific, long before you get to their contents! But in Halls of the Dead, they are objects of intense love and devotion, connecting necromancers to their predecessors, to their magical ancestry; they’re not textbooks, they’re the literal embodiment of a necromancer’s knowledge, a necromancer’s soul. They’re sacred, priceless treasures, the holiest of relics. They’re not stand-ins for a necromancer’s community, they are that community; each one exists because a necromancer somewhere thought it more important to share their knowledge than to have an afterlife, an immense sacrifice for the benefit of people that individual has never met. Is that not one of the most inspiring things you’ve ever heard? Imagine valuing knowledge that much, imagine loving your community so much that you would do that for them?

Just thinking about it makes me tear up a bit.

>“STOP STARING,” says the book. The voice is not a singular voice but rather an echoing chorus, like Heaven’s army in my hands. “HAVE WE NOT WRETCHED WORK TO WREAK?”

The grimoires are my Exhibit A for what Hallow is doing with the horror here, this big, bold, thrilling subversion. What is meant to be ugly – what IS ugly – is beautiful in Harrow’s prose; nightmare-fuel becomes deeply romantic; violence becomes a gift better than roses or chocolate. There’s a scene towards the end of the book when all three characters are soaked in blood from head to toe, and it’s charming, it’s sweet, it feels like a Hallmark moment. And that makes it so much more chilling, doesn’t it? Horror is never more horrifying than when an author seduces you into loving it, and Hallow is the Casanova of horror, the Shakespeare, the heir to Poppy Brite. Every page is a dark object d’art, a lover’s gift, a new black blossom in an endless bouquet of them.

If you’re like me, you’ll swoon. This is going to squick so many readers – I can think of so many people I would never gift a copy to! – but MY GODS, if it’s for you, it is for you. I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life for a book like Halls of the Dead, a book this queer and beautiful, this angry, this triumphant, this untamed and untameable. A book that revels in itself without apology, and dares you to revel in it too.

>I am the beating heart of this world I am going to make.

I could go on and on and ON about this book; it is my newest Special Interest and I am not the tiniest bit sorry. There’s so much that DESERVES to be talked about: Irene’s chronic pain, and the way I burst into tears at how NOT a big deal it was for her partner to adjust to during a sex scene; the set-up of the eponymous Halls of the Dead, where souls go when they die; Agnes’ trauma and her arc of claiming her own power; the ridiculous deliciousness of St. John being perfectly happy to be a lavender husband until the Feels become catching; the way all three protagonists worship the ground the others walk on. The cannibalism! And the soul-cannibalism! The symbolism and hypocrisy behind the villain! Themes of community and history and rebellion! Horror being all about perspective! The worldbuilding (JESUS AS A NECROMANCER?!) The respectful handling/examination of depression and trauma! Necromancy = love-magic! First-person present-tense being the perfect POV for this story, despite how much I usually hate it! The genius of turning bury your gays into resurrect your gays! Irene being a miracle, in so many senses of the word! St. John walking around as a skin-suit over grave-dirt-and-bugs stuffing! Agnes as avatar-paladin! IT IS SO VERY HARD TO SHUT UP AND NOT DROWN YOU IN ALL MY THOUGHTS, ALL THE REASONS YOU SHOULD ADORE THIS BOOK!

>He is an apocalypse, inviting every vulture and rat and beetle all the world over to the feast of his body. Come, says the smell of St. John, there is plenty of rotten meat for us all.

I am clinging by my fingernails to the fact that a lot of it would be spoilers, and I refuse to spoil anyone, you deserve to have it all be new to you when you read and Halls of the Dead deserves being read that way.

Halls of the Dead deserves to be lovingly dissected in a university course, a slew of academic papers; the symbolism, the tableaus, the many, MANY lines of prose I want to get tattooed! You could point at any detail here and uncover a wealth of meaning behind it with just a little thought.

>We are each other’s inevitability.

It is a feast. It is perfection. It’s going on my Best of the Decade list.

It is not for everyone, but also, I need absolutely everyone to read it anyway.

Bingo squares: Afterlife HM, Duology Part 1, Published in 2026.

u/Siavahda — 5 days ago
▲ 153 r/Fantasy

Tell me about the Adult SFF that has *no humans at all*

I was thinking about how much I love the Raksura series by Martha Wells, and one of the aspects I most enjoy is - there's no humans in them! Anywhere!

It's such a fascinating thing, and so rare. Less rare if you're okay with the not-humans being real-world animals - Animal Farm, Watership Down, The Bees, that's a bit more common. (A bit.) But books where the not-humans are fantasy creatures or aliens? I'm having a lot of trouble finding examples!

But that has never yet meant that The Thing doesn't exist, only that I haven't come across it, so! Recs? Very much specifying Adult SFF; I know it's not so uncommon in books for younger readers (the Firebringer trilogy and Wings of Fire series spring to mind).

Ones I can think of;

  • Raksura by Martha Wells
  • Tooth and Claw by Jo Walton
  • Goblin Emperor + spin-offs by Katharine Addison

There MUST be more than three examples...!

:edited to add: Can't believe I forgot Goblin Emperor! But yes I'm aware of it, it gets its own bullet point.

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u/Siavahda — 13 days ago
▲ 4 r/kobo

Kobo footnotes

Just got my first kobo - the klara colour - and struggling with the footnotes

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So, I'm using epub, not kepub. (Spent a few days sorting that out so I'm very sure.) Everything is sideloaded through Calibre.

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I tapped a footnote and it took me to a bibliography at the back of the book - but there's no back button like there is on a kindle, so I completely lost my reading place. Same thing in a second book, except that time the footnote took me to the end of the chapter.

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Is there some setting that will make the footnote a popup or something? Are all footnotes like this, or are they arranged/formatted differently in different books? This seems a very bad way to manage footnotes, so I feel like I must be missing something...?

:edited to add: yes Calibre automatically turns epubs to kepubs when it sends to a kobo, but you can switch that off and I have done so, and re-added all my books so they are all in epub not kepub. That was what I meant when I said I spent days sorting that out.

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u/Siavahda — 2 months ago

Which fonts DON'T add space to/around em dashes?

I recently learned that some fonts add space around (or after?) an em dash, but I haven't been able to find a list of fonts that do that, and more importantly fonts that don't.

For context: I want a font I can put on my Kobo that will display em dashes the way the authors intended, ie without spaces if there's no spaces in the ebook file, with spaces if there is.

Is there a resource somewhere that I can check? Or some way to look up fonts that do/don't do this?

Figured this was the best place to ask!

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u/Siavahda — 2 months ago

bookworming as a self-regulation method?

I read an unholy amount of books; 200+ a year. Calling me a bookworm is understating it massively. I've been like this since I was quite little.

After reading about how many people with ADHD are 'addicted' to their phones, I've been wondering if my being a bookworm is kind of...me self-regulating? In a way that's maybe a result of my auADHD (because ADHD alone usually means people have trouble reading for pleasure, or so I've been told).

Because - in school, I always had a fiction book on my desk. The moment I was done with whatever work we'd been assigned, I dove into my book. If there was even one minute of free time, I picked up my book. Long car ride? I took a STACK of books and kept them on the seat next to me in the car. These days even if I'm waiting one literal minute for the microwave to ding, I'll go into the next room to grab my ereader (where I'm always reading 10+ books simultaneously, jumping back and forth all the time) rather than have to stand there waiting doing nothing. My ereader comes with me even to situations where it's ridiculously unlikely I'll have any reading time. Because even a minute with nothing to do or focus on is awful. I'd rather read just a sentence or two than have to WAIT.

Does that make sense? Does anyone else experience this? There's no way I'm the only auADHDer bookworm out there!

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u/Siavahda — 3 months ago
▲ 44 r/Fantasy

a review: or, I HAVE BEEN RUINED FOR ALL OTHER LITERATURE

I am here to tell you about a book you probably have not heard of, but which I think MANY of the readers here will love, so!

It's called MAEJ, and it's by Dale Stromberg. And I shall pitch it to you as *'*Lord of the Rings meets Shakespeare in a matriarchy.'

What I mean by that is not that it's a quest, but that we are talking about god-tier level worldbuilding, written in English that is semi-Shakespearean. And the setting is a matriarchy, ofc.

Bear with me.

Here is the official description, bolding mine;

>Hundred-day children are stolen from the Ilasghra every week. No one can stop it.

>Madma and Tantli have grown up like sisters in the tentslum of the Ilas, where their people are starved and beaten. All their lives, they’ve powerlessly witnessed the regular abduction of hundred-day babies born with too much mæj. Just before an Ilasi boy is killed by djanizaries for daring to venture beyond the tentslum walls, his final words lead Madma to the Gaol where the boy’s stolen sister is locked away—a place from which Ilasi children never return. Burning to act, Madma vows to free the imprisoned girl, setting off events that will ignite a revolution and convulse the Sforre-Yomnic matriarchy from its squalid dungeons to the labyrinthine paths of its scheming elite’s hovering parliament.

>Delicately plotted, sumptuously set and vibrantly worded, MAEJ is a lavish standalone high-fantasy epic, perfect for fans of A Stranger in Olondria or The Spear Cuts Through Water.

This is a world where there are birds that turn into fish for half the year. People keep tiny griffons as pets. The years are 181 days long, so a 30yo is 15 in our terms. The country Hwoama is a matriarchy; the book is set in Sforre Yomn, the capital of one of its provinces. Not far away is Enn, which is a patriarchy. There is virtually no conflict between the two; that is not the source of the plot. Almost everyone in Hwoama produces maej (magical energy), though relatively few people can do much with it. Even so, maejwork has made Hwoama advanced and rich.

Within Sforre Yomn are an oppressed group called the Illasi. They are forced to live in an enclosed slum, the law prevents them from having or using money, they can be beaten or killed at whim, and when they give birth to 'hundred-day children' - who have lots of maej but will not live very long - those babies are confiscated and taken away, no one knows why.

The Illasi are the heart the book revolves around. The cast is fairly large but the main characters are two Illasi, Madenhere, who has secretly learned some basic maejwork, and Taraentlere, her best friend who does sex work under a false identity. Over the course of the book, they get drawn into the struggle for Illasi freedom - but we're also following politicians and warriors and someone who caches her maej into a form others can buy and use. There's an embassy from Enn, come to Sforre Yomn in the hopes of acquiring the secrets of maejwork. There are tons of minor characters, who we only follow briefly or rarely; gamblers, this world's version of police officers, slaves, ghosts, all sorts.

MAEJ is a standalone, but I think it's perfect for the sorts of readers who love Wheel of Time and Malazan and Cosmere, the kinds of readers who are well-practiced at patience and keeping track of multiple plotlines and dozens of characters with very not-our-world names. MAEJ is intimidating from the first page, but if you've already conquered WoT or Malazan then you can't possibly balk at an intimidating standalone, can you?

Do you love the linguistics of Middle Earth? Then you should have SO MUCH FUN with this book. Before the story even starts, the author's note gives us the head's up that the different languages are presented in different forms of English. Tell me that's not genius, not the PERFECT way to place us in the same position as a native of this setting, ie able to tell one language from another immediately!

That's the dialogue, but the rest of the prose goes hard as well. It's AMAZING. Remember I called it semi-Shakesperean? There were so many FABULOUS words I'd never heard before, that were a delight to go and look up (even though mostly, looking them up confirmed that they meant what it sounded like they meant from context). MAEJ is full of slang and insults and proverbs, some of which I actually started using without noticing in normal life ('she mads me' to mean 'she drives me nuts', for example. I just think it's more fun to say!)

>"I am sore ashamed that such a chalk-hearted, ague-shivering, hontish, twittering, rort-boasting go-astern miscreant--aye, that such a ruffing, teatless, slabbering, thrice-feagued, tettle-scratching, crizzle-pated broke-branch-rampike of a blackguard hath had her ticket chopped beyond our wall and not within it!"

Stromberg's linguistic genius is far from limited to insults: he uses obsolete words (guilesome, antient) and rare or archaic ones (pietism, irrefragable, glacid) with abandon, and I'm very suspicious that some terms are entirely his own invention (properly Shakespearean). I found this a joy: some readers are going to find it a challenge. But I truly think the same skill that lets you roll with the math-magic in Yoon Ha Lee's Hexarchate, or keep up with Tolkien's linguistics, is able to cope with this. I get that it's an adjustment for most readers, but I'm positive that r/Fantasy is full of the kind of readers who'd rock at this, if they just stuck with it for a chapter or two. We've been trained on Malazan, for crying out loud! Seriously, we can take this!

And I hope I'm not the only reader who revels in it. Every single word is exactly what and where it should be, has been placed in its sentence like a jewel in its setting, with full awareness of all its potential implications for the meaning. A brilliant example is that in Hwoama, they don't say 'woman' - they say 'wife'. Because it's a matriarchy, and 'woman' comes from 'man', and why would a matriarchy use a word that comes from 'man'? (Whereas in English, 'wife' originally meant something like 'female human', so it's perfect for this.)

That's the kind of detail that so many authors wouldn't think of, but Stromberg is, as I said, a GOD-TIER worldbuilder. And not only will you never catch him out on a detail like that, but he also scatters little delights throughout the book, irrelevant to the plot but which, I feel, will bring joy to anyone who reads Fantasy because it's the genre of wonder: geckos that teleport in a puff of smoke, lantern bats, opalescent sharks, rivers of air. I love how casually he lets fall things like this; the reveal that the police force have SKYSHIPS is presented as no big deal - because of course it isn't, to the characters we're reading about. The things they take for granted, they don't make a fuss about to flag them for the reader. And so when we do learn about them, it's a mic-drop, and you can FEEL how much fun the author had with all the little beasties and magics and things, how much he ENJOYS sharing them with readers who absolutely were not expecting them!

One (of many) things that had me in awe about this book was how often later events dramatically changed the view of earlier ones. It wasn't constant, but a bunch of times I was left rapidly re-evaluating what I thought had happened; or even if the facts of the matter were unchanged, I'd realise things that looked like coincidence were nothing of the sort, and that completely altered what I thought about some characters, some actions. I'd look back and realize this stirring speech in that one scene was actually deeply ironic, or that some innocuous thing was actually grim foreshadowing. It was like Stromberg wrote multiple versions of the scene and had me read all of them, and each one gave me a wildly different perspective on plots or characters.

Just. I cannot oversell how incredible this book is, on every possible level. As a reader who often feels like I've read everything there is to read, MAEJ made me so excited. It's rich and heady and complex, it's loving and dark, it's so incredibly unique. You should read it just for what Stromberg's doing with language in it - but if you do, you'll absolutely get pulled into the story of these fully fleshed-out, vividly alive characters, all of them flawed, all of them Doing Their Best (whatever Best means for them).

I don't want MAEJ to sound intimidating. It's an infinitely easier read than Wheel of Time or Malazan or anything like that. It's only one book, not a series. It doesn't feel like a slog, like work to read; it feels like it's reveling in and celebrating everything Fantasy readers love about the genre, and it wants us to come revel in and celebrate that too. Speaking as someone who's been obsessed with Fantasy since I was tiny, who reads 200+ books a year every year: this is not just one of the best things I've ever read, it is also one of the most gloriously fun.

I will wrap up with what I emailed a friend about this book after I finished it;

>I kind of want to WAIL at how unknown MAEJ is, it should be FAMOUS, it should be STUDIED AT UNIVERSITY. I feel such contempt for anyone who doesn't finish it, what cowards, how could you, how dare you! But also I feel so sorry for people like that, because wow, you were lucky enough to discover the kind of book we get MAYBE once a generation, and you didn't stick with it. That is a tragedy. It's like seeing the face of god and turning away. You have my heartfelt pity.

>I have never had a book hangover this intense. Rationally I know I will be able to read novels again in a while, but right now it feels like I can never read another word of fiction because WHAT COULD COMPARE TO MAEJ??? What book would not be a letdown after reading THIS?! I have been ruined for all other literature! All that is left to me is non-fiction. Farewell, novels, I did love thee so, but now I must abjure to the shelves of non-fiction only, for it cannot be borne that any novel I try is not MAEJ.

If you want to read a true masterpiece, something genuinely unlike anything you have read before, I am BEGGING you to give MAEJ a try.

Applicable bingo prompts: Cat Squasher (hm, Storygraph claims the digital edition is just over 900 pages), Trans/Nonbinary Protag (hm), Small Press (hm), Unusual Transportation (hm), One Word Title (hm), Politics (hm). Arguably also hm for Older Protagonist (the MCs are in their 90s or something because the years on their planet are shorter than ours, though they'd be middle-aged or so on Earth) and hm for Afterlife (one of the characters does a lot of speaking to the dead).

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u/Siavahda — 3 months ago