In a world where women have no rights, sisters Serina and Nomi Tessaro face two very different fates: one in the palace, the other in prison.
Serina has been groomed her whole life to become a Grace – someone to stand by the heir to the throne as a shining, subjugated example of the perfect woman. But when her headstrong and rebellious younger sister, Nomi, catches the heir’s eye, it’s Serina who takes the fall for the dangerous secret that Nomi has been hiding.
Now trapped in a life she never wanted, Nomi has only one way to save Serina: surrender to her role as a Grace until she can use her position to release her sister. This is easier said than done. A traitor walks the halls of the palace, and deception lurks in every corner. But Serina is running out of time, imprisoned on an island where she must fight to the death to survive and one wrong move could cost her everything.
Nomi has committed a terrible, unforgivable, inexcusable crime, on the scale of theft or arson or possibly even murder. In the eyes of society, she is now tainted, the lowest of the low, beyond saving. And the crime? She had the audacity to learn how to read.
I recently rereadAnd I Darken, reread my review for it, and then felt massively disappointed in myself because I didn’t know it was possible for my writing to be that clunky and grammatically incorrect. (Not even kidding, I literally cringed a grand total of seven times.)
SO. I took it upon myself to revamp my review for And I Darken—for no reason other than that can’t just sit here pretending everything’s fine, knowing that I’ve written a horrid, nonsensical review for one of my favorite books ever?
(Also, I’m calling it right now: I’m going to happen upon this review about a year from now and then immediately want to rewrite it all because it sounds so bad. Note to Future Hannah: RESIST THE URGE.)
I think this has taught me never to trust the judgment of fetus Hannah. Lesson learned indeed.
In Korea, the white chrysanthemum represents the flower of death, of mourning, of the grave. But in this book, the chrysanthemum represents the death of innocence: the brutal stripping away of one young girl’s hopes and dreams.