This book may have destroyed me in a way I had it could.
As I read through it I found myself thinking on the idea of heroes and antiheroes, on the idea that we so often think in terms of right and wrong, in good guys and bad guys and that we can't help but try to keep the world black and white. I felt this book reaching into me and exposing biases that I didn't even realize existed.
Of all things this book is about is about loss and how uncomfrotable we are facing the truth we already know. How we will make ourselves invisible in order to survive and how we are willing to allow ourselves to suffer because we feel we deserve to suffer.
I found myself thinking of the times I had allowed myself to be treated as less than, as inhuman, because I felt that it validated my feelings about myself. And then thinking of the times I've spoken to dear, dear friends about these same concepts. That we seek comfort, the familiar, and because of that, find ourselves right back in the same situations we were in before.
I'll be reading more of Patrick Ness, in fact, I've already finisheded two more books but I'll save those thoughts for when I complete the series.