Redemption’s house, she refuses to believe it. Intentionally abstract appearance, I could picture it so clearly-its horns, itsĭismembered hands, its eyeless face. Nothing like our understanding of how angels are supposed to look. In Lucille, and now Jam is entangled in the hunt. Her, Jam quickly realizes that all is not as it seems. TheseĬharacters belonged on the page, in this story, just as they belong next to us Mother’s accent-it all contributed to a feeling of complete belonging. Small details-her hormones, her afro, her father’s fried plantains, and her Importance of such a character until I’d already turned the last page. Transness was so uncomplicated, so naturally included that I didn’t realize the When she signs, where love and happiness are palpable in the air. Repeated, where a fifteen-year-old trans girl can choose when she speaks and A town where history is taught so that it will not be Fifteen-year-old Jam and her best friend Redemption have grown up in a Removed, punished by the angels, who have now taken control of this picturesque Revolution, the town of Lucille is finally safe. Akwaeke Emezi’s strikingly imaginative second novel, Pet, offers up a different kind of utopia, one in which abusers have been eradicated. Generally, a modern utopia would entail a world run on sustainable energy, an end to suffering, and hover cars. My personal utopia, for example, would have to include a box set of Sex and the City and an endless supply of Starbucks e-gift cards. In their riveting and timely young adult debut, acclaimed novelist Akwaeke Emezi asks difficult questions about what choices a young person can make when the adults around them are in denial.Utopia means a great many things to a great many people. Jam must fight not only to protect her best friend, but also to uncover the truth. Pet has come to hunt a monster, and the shadow of something grim lurks in Redemption's house. But when she meets Pet, a creature made of horns and colours and claws, who emerges from one of her mother's paintings and a drop of Jam's blood, she must reconsider what she's been told.

With doting parents and a best friend named Redemption, Jam has grown up with this lesson all her life. There are no more monsters anymore, or so the children in the city of Lucille are taught. Well, little girl, it replied, I suppose you can call me Pet. Well, she said, her hands only a little shaky, at least tell me what I should call you. She stumbled backwards, her eyes wide, as the figure started coming out of the canvas How do you save the world from monsters if no one will admit they exist?

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