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A review by anastasia_sherman
The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw
dark
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.0
The Little Mermaid, but make it body horror, gory, crunchy and bloody with a sprinkle of romance.
I love the premise of the story, albeit it's a little bit too short, I wanted more, but at the same time I was glad this ended quickly.
It feels as if the author used every word available in the thesaurus that made reading a little dense but at the same time beguiling when you see the words woven together in a prose so lyrical and lavish.
"That I want to die here, mired in the cold. That I want to race them to Death's carriage, exceeding their pace but only just, never going so far as to be unable to turn and corset their fingers in mine. That eternity is a worthless bauble without their conversation. That I would follow them into the demise of the universe where every heaven and each hell is shuttered, and there is nothing of us but motings of wan light, and there is no bodily apparatus with which to express affection, no recourse save to glow weakly in worship until at last, such things are swallowed too by the dark.
That I would love them even then."
I love the premise of the story, albeit it's a little bit too short, I wanted more, but at the same time I was glad this ended quickly.
It feels as if the author used every word available in the thesaurus that made reading a little dense but at the same time beguiling when you see the words woven together in a prose so lyrical and lavish.
"That I want to die here, mired in the cold. That I want to race them to Death's carriage, exceeding their pace but only just, never going so far as to be unable to turn and corset their fingers in mine. That eternity is a worthless bauble without their conversation. That I would follow them into the demise of the universe where every heaven and each hell is shuttered, and there is nothing of us but motings of wan light, and there is no bodily apparatus with which to express affection, no recourse save to glow weakly in worship until at last, such things are swallowed too by the dark.
That I would love them even then."