"I am strong," Evelyn whispered to herself, eyes closed. "I am brave. I am a goddess who contains multitudes of galaxies. My spirit is infinite, my soul is towering, and my shoes..." she cracked open one eye, glanced down. The entire morning had been one giant anxiety-blur. Had she even remembered to put on shoes? Yes. She smiled. "Hella cute. All right. I can do this."
Everything is terrible, so I've been turning to dystopian fiction for a lighter and more cheery look at our possible futures.
Maybe I'm kidding (maybe) when I say that, but RoAnna Sylver's Chameleon Moon really is a best of all possible dystopias: a city that's falling to a burning river and corrupt totalitarian government but is sustained by superheroine superstars, Radio Angels, therapists that are half-garden and inventors that can bend the world for evil, or for good. An amnesiac lizard man falls into the middle of a plot with ghosts, assassinations, and the fate of the city on fire--but also into the middle of a beautiful three-mama family with a sweet little boy and robot guard dog. There's a thread about The Wizard of Oz, there's a theme about love, self-care, and redemption as weapons against oppression. It's a strangely beautiful novel for a bleak time, and I recommend it to anyone looking for some joy in the dark.
"Evelyn Calliope. Defending the streets. Upholding the weak and punishing the wicked."
"Only between shows."
"A heroine? Is that what you are?"
"Not if I don't act like one."
RoAnna Sylver: Tumblr
Acquisitions: Purchased for myself from Amazon, both first and second edition. I read the first edition maybe six months after it came out? My memory is dim but fond of books just like myself before coffee