Amber
Book 2 doesn’t disappoint
If book one had me hooked, book two proved this series isn’t a one-hit wonder. The absurdity is still there and Carl still has no fucking pants, which is somehow funnier now that we’re two books deep.
Mongo running around like a terrified little chicken screaming his lungs out is objectively hilarious. Every time he loses it, I’m losing it. He goes from being a weird pet that no one asked for to actually mattering, and his freak-outs carry half the humor in this book.
The middle section is a mess though. Circus clowns, then murdered sex workers, then investigations, then soul batteries or whatever—it’s a lot happening at once and keeping track of what’s actually going on gets stupid. I had to rewind because I genuinely didn’t know which quest mattered anymore.
Book 2 doesn’t disappoint
If book one had me hooked, book two proved this series isn’t a one-hit wonder. The absurdity is still there and Carl still has no fucking pants, which is somehow funnier now that we’re two books deep.
Mongo running around like a terrified little chicken screaming his lungs out is objectively hilarious. Every time he loses it, I’m losing it. He goes from being a weird pet that no one asked for to actually mattering, and his freak-outs carry half the humor in this book.
The middle section is a mess though. Circus clowns, then murdered sex workers, then investigations, then soul batteries or whatever—it’s a lot happening at once and keeping track of what’s actually going on gets stupid. I had to rewind because I genuinely didn’t know which quest mattered anymore.