Owen and Phillip are having a guy’s night out in the club
– but Owen’s having a hard time letting go and enjoying himself with his head
fully absorbed in how badly he messed up with Gin – which only gets more depressing
when Gin and Bria come to the club for their own night out
With so much regret to mull over, it’s almost a relief
when Owen hears a couple of assassins planning to take Gin down. The least he
can do is try to keep her night undisturbed.
In some ways, this is exactly the kind of short story I
want in a series that is this established – something to give me an insight
above and beyond the standard plot, taking someone else’s point of view other
than the protagonist I’ve seen over and over again, getting their perspective
on things that maybe will show the events in a different way from what I’m used
it. After all, the series is 8 books long, not including short stories, it’s
good to hear from the characters who follow Gin around, see what their version
of events are especially since Gin has had personal conflicts with just about
everyone.
So opening the book and seeing Owen’s point of view was a
big plus to me. Especially after everything that happened in the last few books
with his
ex-girlfriend and then the
action at the Rotunda and trying to make up with Gin.
And because of that, I was very very very tolerant of recapping. Even if there was a lot of recapping – and oh boy is there a lot of recapping – because if you’re going to get someone else’s point of view on past events then you need to look at those events again.
But… Owen doesn’t exactly have an informative or deep
point of view; about the only new insight I gained was his regret of all the
years he lost with Phillip, the friend he cast aside because of Salina’s lie.
Other than that?
Woe! I let Gin down! Wooooe!
Woe! Bria hates me because I let Gin down! I deserve it. Wooooe!
Woe! I am such a bad person!
Woe! Gin hates me – and she totally should!
Woe! A woman flirted with me and Gin saw and now she’s hurt!
Woe, I’m a terrible person!
Woe! I treated Phillip like shit for years because I’m a
terribad person! Woe!
Woe! I let my sister down! Because I’m a terribad person!
Woe!
Woe! My extreme depression is now ruining Phillip’s
night! I’m the worst person in the world! Woe!
Woe! I didn’t tip the waitress enough! I’m scum beneath
her shoes! Woe!
Ok, maybe not the waitress, but Owen is one set of skinny
jeans and some eye-liner from going full blown emo on everyone.
It’s not that Owen doesn’t have every reason to feel
guilty and need to make it up to everyone – he most certainly does. But this
format of story, getting to see the plot through a different set of eyes, is a
chance to show things we’ve missed but Owen’s guilt and quest for redemption are
already readily inferred from the last book and, no doubt, will be really clear
in the next one. Owen feeling bad for acting like an arsehole isn’t a
revelation nor does it bring in any new nuance we haven’t already read.
When the action started things definitely perked up – Jennifer
Estep writes a good fight scene and it was nicely tied in with both the
overarching meta and the new scary yet mysterious big bad that is lurking on
the horizon which nicely meant the story wasn’t lurking in limbo, completely unrelated
to the main plot line – which is a risk with short stories.
It also continued another theme I like about this book –
women are considered dangerous. This isn’t me praising the use of weapons as a
stand in for strong women – we’ve
complained about that before – but I mean the way these books, the city of
Ashland, treat women.
Gin isn’t dangerous for a woman. She’s just plain dangerous. And so are a lot of other women. Gin, Bria, Mab, numerous other enemies – many women can be dangerous in this world. And no-one ever expects them to be otherwise. There’s no “oh my god, the Spider is a woman!!! How could she be!” there’s no assuming Gin, Bria or anyone else is weak because they’re female. There’s no shock that a woman can fight. There’s no presumption that a woman can’t fight. It’s interesting to see a culture where female weakness is not assumed, even if most of the fighters are male (but even then, I think that’s most of the grunts not the higher level main assassins).
In all it’s not a bad book, it’s fun, it is part of a
world I love and has the characters I definitely enjoy. But it’s also a very
skippable book – not just in terms of lack of major plot development, I don’t
expect that from a short story, but in all aspects; I’d miss nothing missing this
book (except the mental image of emo-Owen), which is a shame.
