#mumpo

GOD, I forgot how much I loved these books. The Wind Singer, Slaves of the Mastery,and Firesong... William Nicholson is a genius. 

Seriously. Read those books. 

Kestrel, Bowman, Mumpo, Ortiz (though only in the second one), even Pinto and Sisi. They're all so real and relatable and hateable and easy to sympathize with. I thought that when I grew older, I wouldn't like the books as much because the characters would be too young, but I was super wrong.

Especially the second one. I'm probably just a romantic, but the love that Mumpo has, and stupid Pinto's love, and Kestrel and Ortiz... ugh. It's all so beautifully weaved, and you find yourself hoping, that, somehow, everything will work out for everyone, and no one will be sad... and then you read it, and you just want to cry. With sadness, with joy, with the realization that it had to end that way.

And then you realize it's all a book, and no way could the ending have changed since the last time you read it.

But that's what makes it great. It's so good, you get caught up in the moment and forget that you know the whole storyline, and who ends up with who and who dies. 

Just... I'm coming across as all muddled because I just love Slaves of the Mastery so much.