Our Dark Duet, the follow up to Victoria Schwab’s This Savage Song, is, well, fine? Decent? Not particularly inspiring, except inspiring me to rage about the weird perspective-in-verse. Which I hated. I just. Please spare me. My internal monologue during this book was just I don’t care on repeat.
The plot was fine: people are still terrible and commit acts of violence and monsters still rise up from said acts. Kate and August can’t hide from what they are, but they also can’t become monsters while doing so. Blah blah blah, character growth, minor relationship development, oops someone dies. I really can’t remember if I was this blase about Savage Song, but I don’t think I was. Did turning twenty-seven break my spirit or something?
But, well, I know that Schwab writes for a younger audience under Victoria Schwab and an older audience with V.E. Schwab, and wow I can tell. And clearly have my preference.