REVIEWED BY: Marguerite Zelle
MY RECOMMENDATION: YES
AMAZON SUBSCRIPTION LINK: O-S-S-I-A, by Kayleigh Ayn Bohémier
WEB ADDRESS: http://ossia.writingkaye.com/
BLOG DESCRIPTION: In 1918 Standard Count, the lead singer of Tapestry, Eràsis, jumped to her death at the Great Falls. One day later, hackers destroyed most biographical data. All that remains is her music, along with several archived interviews.
Amkzí, a canyon woman claiming to be Eràsis, synthesized the remaining information. Her narrative expands the well-known biographical facts into a story of family intrigue and political assassination that climaxed that summer, along with the permanent depression medication that drove Eràsis to an early death.
MY REVIEW: Reading this blog reminded me of J.R.R. Tolkien's work, as well as others of course - a created world with a new language that you have to learn if you are to enjoy it to its fullest.
Unfortunately, the Kindle does not archive the complete blog. So to get the full effect, you need to visit the blog webpage itself, read it there unti you are caught up, and then continue reading via the blog, which is delivered to your Kindle every Tuesday.
A few paragraphs from pg 38 of folio 2
Folio Two, Page Thirty-Eight (svegra mos bietkron tal-kot)
When we came down from the high several hours later, my fingers were raw from playing. Sukua braced his own wrists with wooden splints.
“Where did you learn to play like that?” I looked up at him from where I sat, thinking about how badly I needed to soak my hands in ice water. “I thought I was the only one.”
“There isn’t much to do in this house,” he muttered. “Your kind out there is just jealous of us because we have the Sanctuary.”
I looked down and tried to hide the shame in my face. For the past few hours, I had not considered the delicate position I found myself in. Sitting within these walls tainted me with the same stain that made other people shudder away from their servants at the market. If anyone saw me leave — if anyone had seen me enter — they would run right to Nikis and tell them. The family’s reputation would burst like a balloon.
Actions have consequences. To purge this sin against family meant something far greater than forcing me to bake bread — barring me from entering the household shrines, or even the unspeakable. I raised my hands to my face and tried to think my way out.
Nothing came. In a hoarse whisper, I asked, “Does Yilrega forgive unconditionally?”
“Yes,” Akarsi said without hesitation. “He forgives everything. You need to sin to come to Yilrega — against yourself, against others. He offers the forgiveness of finally knowing who you are, your place in the world. First, he will cut you open. He will rip sinew from bone and refashion you again in the image of the Gods, and you will be blessed — whole and complete, free from the poison that makes your soul rot from the inside out.”
Sukua stared at me wordlessly.
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