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480 pages, Paperback
First published September 29, 2015
If monsters could look like humans, and humans could look like monsters, how could anyone ever really be sure that the right people stood on the outside of all those cages?
"People think they are masters of the universe because they'vre conquered the skies, and the seas, and the heavens. Because they can kill with the press of a button and speak to anyone else on the planet, any time they like. But there are things older and wiser than humanity. Things more powerful and significant. Love, and loss, and birth. Pain, and bliss. Vengeance.
But if monsters could look like humans, and humans could look like monsters, how could anyone ever really be sure that the right people stood on the outside of all those cages?
What was I, if I had no name, no friends, no family, no job, no home, no belongings, and no authority over my own body? What could I be?
Break me? Like a stick for kindling or like a pony for riding? Break me like a date, or like a heart, or like a promise?
In the end, it wouldn't matter. I had no intention of being broken.
Delilah Marlow leads a pretty dull life, living with her boyfriend and working as a bank teller. Then one night she visits Metzger's Menagerie, a traveling showcase of cryptids -- shapeshifters, mermaids, djinn, a minotaur, among many others -- and is suddenly declared a cryptid herself. She is stripped of her clothing, belongings, bank account, and all her rights, and sold to the menagerie by the state of Oklahoma. Trapped and helpless, she is abused, debased, and starved along with the rest of the captives. But she is determined to keep her sense of self -- and to escape.It feels weird to say I loved this book, considering the dark and horrifying premise, and the mistreatment of the beings held hostage in the menagerie. But love it I did. I was pulled in from beginning to end by the story, which was surprisingly emotionally powerful; by the writing, which zooms along with no flowery descriptions or other distractions; and by how believable this alternate earth felt.
"Welcome to the menagerie, where beauty and grace shine from every cage and peek from every shadow. You’ve never seen anything like the exotic wonders within, so keep your eyes open, ladies and gentlemen, because in our world of spectacle and illusion, what you see isn’t always what you get.”
"Remember the reaping? wasn’t just a question. It was something parents said in hushed voices. Something priests advised while they made the sign of the cross. Something politicians shouted from behind podiums. Remember the reaping was a warning not to let history repeat itself. A reminder for humanity not to let its guard down.
"What was I, if I had no name, no friends, no family, no job, no home, no belongings, and no authority over my own body? What could I be?”
If that girl was a monster, anyone could be a monster. That's why the world was so terrified of another reaping. Because just like last time, humanity would never see it coming.
But if monsters could look like humans, and humans could look like monsters, how could anyone ever really be sure that the right people stood on the outside of all those cages?