My book talks are coming at you from a librarian, not a reviewer. You won’t find me talking about style or craft, why I think this could’ve been better or what worked or didn’t work. I only do book talks on books I liked and want other people to know about. So if it’s here I probably think it won’t injure your brain if you read it.
Hemopaths – people whose blood gives them the ability to manipulate emotions through music, art or poetry – are hated and feared. While their gifts bring some benefits the very touch of iron puts them in physical pain, which makes riding in cars, passing near gates – or being hit by a billy club – intensely painful.
They’re as underground as the nightclubs they work in order to be safe in 1919 Boston, where Ada meets Corinne. They’re as unlike as can be; Corinne hiding in plain sight as the daughter of one of Boston’s elite families, meanwhile’s Ada father is imprisoned and her mother tells her African fairy tales to distract from the realities of America.
But both girls have something invested in the Cast Iron, the club they perform in. When the owner is killed and the other hemopath performers start disappearing one by one, they need to look for answers before they both end up behind the metal bars of a newly built institution specifically for hemopaths, where worse things than imprisonment happen in the basement.