Mestlven. I’ve avoided writing this review. For months, I wasn’t really able to put what I felt about this book into words. I’ll try. I have no idea if I’ll succeed.
First, I’ll put it right out there: I had to read this book twice to “get it.” The first time, I didn’t take it seriously enough. I read it like I would any novel that slips into my hand for entertainment. I skimmed through the pages and, by the end, put it down with a cold shiver and a “Hmph. Interesting.” Mestlven was unlike any fantasy book I’d ever read before, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I wasn’t ready for it.
I found 100 Miles and Vampin’ a worthy sequel to Straight Outta Fangton. As always when opening up a novel by C.T. Phipps, I found myself in good hands. There’s just something about Phipps’ saucy voice and pop culture references that I find immediately comforting, like warm chicken soup. A dash of sarcasm there, a pinch of 80’s nostalgia there, and you’ve got yourself the makings of a truly entertaining read.
Reading Straight Outta Fangton is like being in a Mel Brooks-induced vampire coma with Buffy and Blade repeats looping in your dreams. I started laughing on page one and didn’t stop until the end.
Legion carries the Sanderson trademark through and through, with concepts which are fantastical and far out, but the storytelling is always centred around the characters and humanistic themes.
If I could have divined that Robert Jackson Bennett's masterful genre-redefining trilogy will end up as one of my all-time favourites, I would not have waited so long to read it.