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“A refreshing and unique coming-of-age story...a beautiful and necessary meditation on finding strength in one’s culture.” ―Entertainment Weekly, Top Pick of the Month
“A YA marvel that will shock breath into your lungs. If you loved The Wrath and the Dawn and Children of Blood and Bone, Mirage will captivate you.” ―The Christian Science Monitor
“This debut fantasy has what it takes to be the next big thing in sci-fi/fantasy.” ―SLJ, starred review
“Immersive, captivating.” ―ALA Booklist, starred review
In a world dominated by the brutal Vathek empire, eighteen-year-old Amani is a dreamer. She dreams of what life was like before the occupation; she dreams of writing poetry like the old-world poems she adores; she dreams of receiving a sign from Dihya that one day, she, too, will have adventure, and travel beyond her isolated home.
But when adventure comes for Amani, it is not what she expects: she is kidnapped by the regime and taken in secret to the royal palace, where she discovers that she is nearly identical to the cruel half-Vathek Princess Maram. The princess is so hated by her conquered people that she requires a body double, someone to appear in public as Maram, ready to die in her place.
As Amani is forced into her new role, she can’t help but enjoy the palace’s beauty―and her time with the princess’ fiancé, Idris. But the glitter of the royal court belies a world of violence and fear. If Amani ever wishes to see her family again, she must play the princess to perfection...because one wrong move could lead to her death.
- Print length320 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherFlatiron Books
- Publication dateAugust 28, 2018
- Grade level7 - 9
- Reading age13 - 18 years
- Dimensions5.75 x 1.1 x 8.55 inches
- ISBN-101250126428
- ISBN-13978-1250126429
- Lexile measureHL780L
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“Superb...a refreshing and unique coming-of-age story. The way Amani uses her heritage to facilitate her survival makes Mirage a beautiful and necessary meditation on finding strength in one’s culture.” ―Entertainment Weekly, Top Pick of the Month
“Daud’s debut novel has the flair of an Arthurian drama, the lavish sensory detail of a Nizar Qabbani poem, and the sleek technical flair of a sci-fi series...this audacious combination is so skillfully done that it’ll shock breath into your lungs. If you loved The Wrath and the Dawn and Children of Blood and Bone, Mirage will captivate you.” ―The Christian Science Monitor
“This poetically written novel will appeal to many, particularly fans of Cinder by Marissa Meyer and An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir. Verdict: This debut novel has what it takes to be the next big thing in sci-fi/fantasy.” ―School Library Journal, starred review
“This gorgeously written, immersive, and captivating series starter is sure to have fans eager for a sequel.” ―ALA Booklist, starred review
“Prepare yourself for a story that’s enriching, thrilling, and captivating.” ―BuzzFeed
“Mirage is smart, sexy, and devilishly clever. Somaiya Daud has penned a tale worthy of all the stars in the sky, and I can't wait to read what she writes next.” ―Renée Ahdieh, author of The Wrath and the Dawn
“Daud is a masterful storyteller. Mirage gives readers an exquisitely wrought world with deft characters, death-defying stakes, and an aching romance. Bound to linger in your dreams.” ―Roshani Choksi, author of The Star-Touched Queen
“Somaiya Daud’s Mirage reads like the lushest of fantasies, set in an unforgettably immersive world that is both dangerous and impossibly lovely. The characters are complex and nuanced, and the story is by turns romantic, harrowing, climactic and hopeful, though the unresolved ending paves the way for an even grander sequel. I didn’t want it to end, and I can't wait to return to the world Daud has created.” ―Rosalyn Eves, author of Blood Rose Rebellion
“Mirage is full of my favorite things: secrets, intrigue, gorgeous mythology, and complicated characters. It will break your heart and fill you with hope.” ―Kat Howard, author of An Unkindness of Magicians
“A rich, dazzling, powerful debut. Somaiya Daud is an author to watch.” ―Tahereh Mafi, author of the Shatter Me series
“Lush and dangerous, Mirage had me entranced. Amani’s journey―from rural innocent to calculating young woman, from village girl to royal impersonator―is galactic. Daud’s novel asks, ‘what does it mean to impersonate your enemy?’ And the answer she provides here is nothing short of thrilling. I was here for all of it, and I desperately need to know what happens next.” ―Tochi Onyebuchi, author of Beasts Made of Night
“Mirage is full of characters who feel like they existed long before the story began, and a rich world that is as beautiful as it is cruel. Somaiya Daud is a rare talent. A smart, romantic, exciting debut.” ―Veronica Roth, author of Divergent and Carve the Mark
“Mirage reads as an impossible trick of the light, a feather that carves words into stone, a banquet of longing and loss. Every page comes roaring to life in a way that overwhelms and transforms you. This isn’t a debut novel so much as an heirloom, and the work of a master storyteller.” ―Margaret Stohl, coauthor of Beautiful Creatures and author of Black Widow: Forever Red
“Mirage had me enthralled from its first page to its last. It’s a heart-wrenching, romantic, and exhilarating page-turner. Begin preparing yourselves for it now. Somaiya Daud is a brilliant writer and she has written a brilliant book.” ―Courtney Summers, author of Sadie
“With its breathtaking worldbuilding and characters who grabbed me from the first page, Mirage is by turns thrilling and ruminative, sexy and heartbreaking. Somaiya Daud has written a moving and unforgettable debut.” ―Sabaa Tahir, author of An Ember in the Ashes
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Mirage
By Somaiya DaudFlatiron Books
Copyright © 2018 Sumayyah Daud and Alloy EntertainmentAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-12642-9
Contents
Title Page,Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
Map,
Prologue,
cadiz, a moon of andala,
the ziyaana, andala,
atalasia, andala,
the ziyaana, andala,
the ouzdad estate,
the ziyaana, andala,
galene's estate, andala,
the ziyaana, andala,
al hoceima, andala,
the ziyaana, andala,
Acknowledgments,
About the Author,
Copyright,
CHAPTER 1
On a small moon orbiting a large planet, in a small farmhouse in a small village, there was a box, and in this box was a feather.
The box was old, its wood worn of any trace of design or paint. It smelled of saffron and cinnamon, sharp and sweet. Along with the feather there sat an old signet ring, a red bloom preserved in resin, and a strip of green velvet cloth, frayed around the edges.
I crept into my parents' room often when I was small, always to peek into the box. And its mystique only increased in my eyes when my mother began to hide it from me. The feather fascinated me. A five-year-old had no use for a ring or a flower or fabric. But the feather of a magical, extinct bird? Like all things from the old order, it called to me.
The feather was black, made up of a hundred dark, jewel shades. When I held it up to the light it rippled with blues and greens and reds, like magic reacting to some unseen hand, roiling to the surface. It had belonged to a tesleet bird, my mother said, birds once thought to be messengers of Dihya.
When Dihya wanted to give you a sign He slipped the feather into your hand. When He wanted to command you to a calling, to take action, He sent the bird itself. It was a holy and high calling, and not to be taken lightly. War, pilgrimage, the fate of nations: this was what the tesleet called a person for.
My grandfather had received a tesleet, though my mother never talked about why or even who he was.
"A foolhardy man who died grieving all he did not accomplish," she'd said to me once.
I stared into the old box, my eyes unfocused, my gaze turned inward. The sun would set soon, and I didn't have time to waste by staring at an old feather. But it called to me as it had when I was a little girl, and my thumb swept over its curve, back and forth, without thinking.
There were no tesleet left on Cadiz or our mother planet, Andala. Like many things from my mother's childhood, they had left, or been spent, or were extinguished. All we had were relics, traces of what once was and would likely never be again.
I jumped when my mother cleared her throat in the doorway.
"Amani," was all she said, one eyebrow raised.
It was too late to hide the box, and I could not keep down the surge of guilt for having snooped in my parents' room just to bring it out again.
But my mother said nothing, only smiled and came forward, hand outstretched.
"Did ... did your father give you the feather?" I asked at last, and handed the box over.
Her eyes widened a little. For a moment, I thought she wouldn't answer.
"No," she said softly, closing the box's lid. "I found it a little while after the bird had gone. In a moment of weakness in some shrubbery."
I rarely saw my mother look as she did now, soft and wistful, as if remembering a kinder time. She'd survived two wars: the civil war, and then the Vathek invasion and following occupation. She was hard, with a spine of steel, unbendable, unbindable, and unbreakable.
"What was your moment of weakness?" I asked. I wouldn't get a response. I never did.
But my mother surprised me and smiled. "I was running from love," she said. "Your father, to be specific. I saw in my own heart my father's capacity to lose himself in another person, and it frightened me."
My mouth dropped to her amusement. I knew my parents loved each other; it was obvious to anyone who watched them, despite their differences. But I'd never heard my mother say as much, and to hear her admit it of her own free will —
"What are you doing here, at any rate? You're meant to be getting ready for tonight."
I didn't know how to explain it, so I just shook my head and shrugged.
"I don't know. I just — I love it. I suppose I wanted to see it again."
She came forward and tilted my chin up. I was full grown, and my mother still towered over me by a full head. The backs of her fingers brushed over my cheek, tracing the lines where I would receive my daan — sharp geometric tattoos that would mark my first step into adulthood. I hoped they looked as hers did: stark and powerful, letting the whole world know who she was and where she was from in a single glance.
"I know this week has been difficult," she said at last. "More difficult than most. But it will pass, as they all do."
I bit my tongue rather than say what I thought. We shouldn't have to wait for them to pass. They should never be in the first place. We had suffered not only the burning of our fields this week, but the increased presence of the Vath.
But my mother surprised me into silence a second time, and set the box back in my hand.
"I think this should pass to you," she said, her voice soft again. "Hope is a younger girl's game, and you find more comfort in it than I do."
I opened then closed my mouth, wordless with shock.
"Really?" I said at last.
She smiled again. "Really," she repeated and kissed my forehead. "Perhaps Dihya will send you a second feather, and you shall have your own sign in these trying times."
My mother left me alone in her room, the box still clasped to my chest. After a moment I moved to hide the box away in my room, lest she come up the stairs and change her mind.
The sun was setting truly now, and I hurried to put it away, and find my things. Khadija would be waiting, and I hated to hear her skewer me for my tardiness. Outside, the village was quiet. Normally, around now, I could hear the quiet singing of field workers as they made their way back to the village, and the ringing of the end of day bell. The march of boots, the cries of sellers hawking their wares in our small village square, dogs and goats crying out; all those sounds were absent.
There were no fields left, not after the fire the Imperial Garda set last week. Rebels — or, more likely, starving thieves — had takenshelter in one of the gate houses. Rather than looking through each one, the Garda had set fire to the fields. We'd heard the rebels screaming from as far away as the village square. Now, with the fields gone, the village was counting down the weeks till winter, and the famine that was sure to follow.
What would I want my own feather, my own sign, for? In the wake of this — of life — I had no need for a sign. I wanted something else, something more tangible and immediate. I wanted the world.
The Vath were not settlers in our nebula — they'd lived on their planet, Vaxor, mostly peacefully and in accordance with galactic laws. But they'd poisoned their own atmosphere, and were forced to relocate to an orbiting moon. A stopgap measure, with an exploding population and a lack of resources. Some said it was inevitable that they chose to expand to other systems.
There were moments when I glimpsed the world as it was before the occupation of the Vath. When my mother or father spoke without thinking, or a village aunt said "when I was young," or a man sang an old song I'd never heard before. The bones of our old ways of life were there, barely traceable, and I wanted them back. I wanted all of us to remember what we'd been, how strong we were. And endurance was strength, to be sure, but even a rock wore away to nothing if asked to endure enough rain.
I could want until I was dead and nothing would come to pass. Wanting never solved anything.
I tucked the box away with a sigh, found my cloak and shoes, and made my way downstairs.
* * *
In the kitchen, I packed away the last of the food we were taking with us. We were celebrating my majority night. I and twelve other girls had finally come of age, and as was our way, the whole village would travel to one of the abandoned kasbahs. There, we would receive our daan and become adults in the eyes of the village, and follow with dinner and dancing to celebrate.
"Amani."
I turned to see Husnain, my brother, standing in the doorway. My parents had three children: Aziz, the eldest of us, more than ten years my senior. Myself, the youngest, and Husnain, fifteen months older than I was. I might have relied on Aziz for wisdom, but Husnain was one half of me, a twin despite the months between us. He had all the foolhardiness and fire of a second son, rarely tempered but for me.
"I brought something for you," he said when I sat down.
I grinned and held out my hands. "Give it to me."
"Close your eyes."
I did so, but kept my hands outstretched. A moment later a wide, thin object was folded into my hands. I peeked before he told me I could open my eyes and nearly dropped the sheaf of papers as if they were on fire.
"Amani!"
"Is that —?"
Almost a month ago we'd journeyed to Cadiza Prime, the capital city on our moon, to pick up supplies for the small farm my brothers and father kept on our tiny sliver of land. I'd wandered through the open market, and shoved in the back of a bookstall was an aging sheaf of papers — Massinite poetry. It was too expensive to even consider purchasing it, and besides, most religious poetry was outlawed. It had been used too often as a rallying point for the rebels during the occupation.
Massinia was the prophetess of our religion and though we all loved her, I loved her above all other things in our faith. Just as we had songs in her name, so too had an entire tradition of poetry sprung up venerating her life and accomplishments. I loved such poetry above all else, and hungered for it despite the risk of being caught with it. My hands shook as I reached for the collection.
"You took a huge risk —"
"Never you mind the risk," he said. "It belongs to you now, and that's all that matters."
I was afraid to grin or to touch them. Mine! I could hardly believe it. I'd never owned a collection of poetry before.
"Oh, for Dihya's sake," he laughed, and undid the twine around the pages before setting them in my hands. I would have to transcribe them to holosheets or put them in a database or some such. There was no telling if they'd survive the weather here, or if I would lose them or any number of things that could happen. And I would have to hide them, or risk them being confiscated by the magistrates.
Our souls will return home, we will return, the first poem read.We will set our feet in the rose of the citadel.
I closed my eyes, seeing the imagined citadel, no doubt now turned to dust. I could imagine the pain of the writer, could feel it like a bruise on my heart as my soul looked over its shoulder, leaving something treasured behind. I knew what it was like to trace a quickly fading memory in my mind, to watch it fade with every remembering until it was nothing but a feeling, a well-worn groove you could walk but not recall. The pain on the page was palpable — everyone had a citadel. The city of their birth, turned to rubble, family long gone, buried in an unmarked grave, all of it unreachable except through death.
And this, poetry like this, was all we had to preserve our stories, our music, our history.
"Thank you," I said at last, and threw my arms around him. "You have no idea —"
"I have some," he laughed, and kissed my forehead. "You are my favorite person in the the world, Amani. I'm glad to give you this. Dihya, are you crying?"
"No!" But I could feel the lump in my throat, ready to dissolve into tears at any minute. I'd been so afraid, so nervous about tonight. And in the end, it was a night of joy. I would step into adulthood not just with family and friends, but now with a treasure that would comfort me on nights too difficult to comprehend.
"Maybe now you'll write some of your own," he said, a little softer.
I snorted out a laugh. I was a poor poet, to be sure, and in a world where poetry didn't pay, I'd had no chance to improve.
"You're good," he insisted. "You should write more."
I flushed, hungry for praise. Husnain was the only person who'd ever read my poetry, but I knew he spoke out of the loyalty born between us and not out of any knowledge of what my skill looked like compared to true poets.
"In another world," I said, and clutched the poetry to my chest.
Our souls will return home, we will return.
I looked up, and smiled at my brother, the other half of my heart. "But not this one. In this one, these poems are enough."
CHAPTER 2Most of our village had set out on the road before sunset, but Aziz, Husnain, and I set out later with a few other families. I'd tucked Husnain's gift in my pocket, reluctant to part with such a treasure so quickly.
"Amani, don't ruin the parchment before you even have a chance to read it," Husnain murmured, low enough that Aziz couldn't hear.
I glanced over at our eldest brother. Aziz had been born before the occupation. Of the three of us, he was the only one who remembered our lives before then, who'd known our parents outside the shadow. The years under the occupation had forged our brother into steel. He was wise, perhaps wise beyond his years, and reliable. While Husnain jumped before he looked, Aziz watched, relentlessly, as if in the end all the world would surrender its secrets to him. Including his unruly younger siblings.
"I won't," I promised Husnain, fighting a grin.
"I should have waited until after to give it to you," he said, but his grin matched mine.
Outside, the air was eerily silent but for the sound of Vathek probes whizzing overhead, their bright white beams scanning the ground. To our left was the orchard, scorched earth, the air above tinted red with the fumes of the extinguishing canisters the Vath had lobbed at it at the height of the fire.
A few weeks ago there had been three fields side by side — pomegranates and olives to the west, and a field of roses we grew to sell and make perfume facing the east. Now the west orchards looked like a graveyard with a hundred spindly, ashen arms reaching toward a red sky. The rose bushes and the trellises had gone, vaporized in the blaze of the fire. Smoke and red fumes from the extinguishing canisters still rose into the sky. Nothing would grow there now, not for years. I made myself look away. There was nothing to be gained by worrying at the bruise, nothing to be gained from wondering how we would feed ourselves this coming winter, or what we would do for work in the spring.
The fire had been set, they claimed, because of "rebels" in the area. But the only proof the Garda had that rebels sheltered among us was a phrase people said had been carved into the gatehouse.
The blood never dies. The blood never forgets.
It was a phrase from the Book of Dihya — most people believed it was a testament to our endurance and survival. But there were some who believed it meant Massinia might return — that her blood would call her back to the world in one form or another. Whichever meaning you took, rebels had been using it as a rallying cry, now more than ever.
Now the small village of shacks and houses on its outskirts, along with the gatehouses, were rubble. The people who'd lived there, those who'd survived, huddled together around a fire. I felt a pang of guilt looking at them — my family didn't have much, but our home was still intact, and we wouldn't go hungry as they would.
I reached into my bag, my hand settling on the bread I'd made that morning for the majority night celebrations. My mother and I had spent hours at the village oven, along with all the other girls celebrating their majority night, making enough bread for the whole village. We had so much — I could afford to spare a few loaves.
Aziz laid a hand on my shoulder and shook his head, as if he knew what I'd planned.
"They're being watched," he said, voice low. "The Garda believe the rebels hide among them."
I swallowed down my anger and looked away.
"It's difficult," he said and squeezed my shoulder. "But think of our parents, Amani. What would they do if you were dragged off for giving bread to a rebel?"
I glared at the ground. I knew he was right. He, more than I, knew the cost of being thought one of the rebels. At last, I drew my hand from my bag and let him guide me away, leaving the fields and the refugees behind.
* * *
Eventually we reached the old kasbah far beyond the limits of the village. The kasbah was an old building, now one rundown mansion among many rundown houses, overgrown with palm and fig trees. Once it might have belonged to a prosperous family, but was now the refuge of farmers and villagers on nights like this. Lights shined out of broken windows, and threads of music rose into the air, mixing with the sound of wind and wildlife. Suspended over the kasbah in the night sky was our mother planet, Andala, hanging like an overripe orange fruit. With such a sight it was easy to forget everything: our poverty, the rule of the Vath, the specter of loss that hovered over our parents every day.
We arrived with enough time to set up the courtyard and get dressed. All the girls who were coming of age tonight had private rooms in the kasbah for them to make use of before the festivities. The chatter of friends rose and fell as my mother helped me into the qaftan and jewelry.
I felt a frisson of nerves when I looked at myself in the mirror. My mother and I looked eerily alike. She was taller, but we had the same brown skin, the same sharp cheekbones and sharper chin. Her hair was as thick and curling as mine, and seemed to sprout from a too high point on her forehead just like me.
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Somaiya Daud was born in a Midwestern city, and spent a large part of her childhood and adolescence moving around. Like most writers, she started when she was young and never really stopped. Her love of all things books propelled her to get a degree in English literature (specializing in the medieval and early modern), and while she worked on her Master's degree she doubled as a bookseller at Politics and Prose in their children's department. Determined to remain in school for as long as possible, she packed her bags in 2014 and moved to the west coast to pursue a doctoral degree in English literature. Now she's writing a dissertation on Victorians, rocks, race, and the environment.
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After going through weeks of training that could also be called torture, Amina begins taking the place of Princess Maram in public. This also has her spending time with Idris, the princess' fiance, and also has her crossing paths with the growing rebellion to the Vathek empire.
The action in this book starts off almost immediately, and it rarely slows down at any point. There are certainly ups and downs in the level of tension with the action, but it seemed like something was always going on, and I really came to both like and admire Amina for the way she was still trying to be true to her heritage while playing the role of the princess.
While it was not really surprising to see feelings develop between Amina and Idris, as they are spending a lot of time together and Amina's natural personality and friendliness does come through at times, but it was still nice to see it grow. I think the ending was amazing in this book, and I am absolutely looking forward to reading/listening to the next book.
For this book, I listened to the audiobook, with Rasha Zamamiri as the narrator. She did an absolutely fabulous job and really pulled me into the story. If I can listen to her narrate the next book, I absolutely will, and if you listen to audiobooks, I definitely recommend listening to this one.
"blood never dies, blood never forgets"
Hey guys, so I finally finished Mirage (Mirage, #1) by Somaiya Daud. I damn the semester for not allowing me to finish it sooner. If it had, maybe my thoughts and feelings would be different. SO basically, the beginning was really amazing, event he middle of it, but once it started to end, it kind of...just flatlined. BUT, that might be my bias talking for I may hav been impatient to just finish it. But honestly though, I kept waiting for all the bird poop to hit the fan in some big way, or to have some big horror come from their actions and...well. I did not really get what I was expecting, so that kind of soured me a bit. Truly, with the way the book had gone, I was expecting a lot more danger, real, action danger. Like, near death experiences constantly. Instead, the danger was more implied. It was more the threat of danger than actual, danger. Like there was always that "oh no, am going to get caught" looming over her head, but it felt more like a gloomy grey cloud than an electric stormy one about to blow any moment. Seriously, the danger aspect could have been upped tremendously, with everything considered. AND do not even get me started on the way that ended. Everything basically goes to hell for like, no possible reason. Kay??? I was like, wtf, why is this happening. wtf, what you doing, what is happening. it just left me very disorganized. That being said, this book was really cool and I really enjoyed it, for the most part. It had a lot of court intrigue. Talk about a den of vipers. And the whole plot (until the end) was really cool. Seriously, I just loved the whole ordeal of the body double thing. (no, not a spoiler cause it says that in the bookjacket). Amani is just an amazing character, really. She doesnt let her situaitond efine her no matter how much it tries. She is steel, baby. She is steel. I admire her so much. She was so strong in the face of adversity. She would not break, she would not let them break her, no matter how hard they tried. She stuck to her guns and did everything she could to survive. So, I just loved her as a character. Maram on the other hand, gods I have a love hate relation with that woman. At first she is a total beach, a jerk, every bad word and phrase one could say. she is the embodiment of it all, all the cruelty and violence and just ughhh! But....she is just a product of her environment. if she had had a different childhood, maybe things would have turned out differently. She acts the way she does because of how she was raised. But she has emotions, just like everyone else, fear, hope, joy, need for love, trust, and the thing she fears and feels the msot, betrayal. OKAY, now onto the real shining star of this whole goddamt book. IDRIS. OH MY SWEET BABY BOY. LET ME HUG YOU AND TELL YOU EVERYHTING WILL BE ALRIGHT. Gods I love idris so much. He suffered so horribly and continually and ohhhhhhhh, IDRIS. He was so charming and funny and seductive and smart and hot and so,...so sexy. I LOVE HIM. I LOVED the romance in this book. I so shipped it. Even if I sometime wondered whethe the was gonna betray or if something bad would happen. Still, I loved it. The romance was just, so necessary, truly. It added so much richness to the plot, and to the characters. The plot by itself was pretty good, but the romance made it even better. The plot, gods I really liked when Amani had to do her body double thing, it was so fine. And just, it was great. Save for the last bit of the book, that, was not so great
subtly draws parallels between western imperialism in the Islamic world with the experiences of her heroine. And as with all good fiction, the difference between "good" and "evil" is complicated.
The protagonist in _Mirage_, Amani, unwillingly is pulled from her family and rural village in a remote part of a solar system into the palace intrigue of the brutal imperial powers that have conquered her home. Living in the halls of power, Amani befriends the young heir, the two young women both in places they would rather not be, both forced to keep their emotions and thoughts to themselves. As the plot progresses, matters for Amani become more complicated - the details of which I am reluctant to share, lest i spoil a well-crafted narrative.
One of the issues I have with YA literature is its failure to pass the Bechtel test for female characters, and its general lack of diversity. Daud has not only written a book rich in cultural parallels to the Maghrib, but has also created complicated, compelling characters that happen to be female. For these factors, I add a star to a fun YA novel.
As I said, this isn't what I was expecting. I will admit I forgot what this book was about by the time it was released. I'm just tired of YA books that advertise as fantasy or sci-fi but they are really romance novels. Even if the romance wasn't a girl and a guy - I'm just tired of YA romantic relationships in general. This book wasn't poorly written. It just wasn't what I wanted to read, and I finished it only so that I could write a review.
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Antes de mais nada, queria dizer que o livro em si provavelmente só vale duas estrelas, mas tem alguns detalhes nele que são tão bons, que mereciam umas quatro. Foi por isso mesmo que cheguei à minha nota de três.
A coisa que mais me incomodou no livro foi a tentativa da autora de misturar fantasia com ficção científica. Essa é uma mistura que funciona em muitas histórias, mas aqui parece demais que foi introduzida depois do livro estar pronto, como uma tentativa de diferenciá-lo de outros de fantasia YA. Nenhuma parte que fosse 'ficção científica' fez sentido. Nenhuma. Nem a colonização por um povo que parece ter só umas vinte pessoas, nem as viagens entre luas e planetas, nem mesmo a tecnologia presente nesse universo.
Quando um livro se passa em um planeta diferente ou pelo menos em mais de um, como aconteceu aqui (três, dois deles eram luas), o mínimo esperado é que eles sejam diferentes em questões científicas também. Atmosfera, gravidade, tempo de duração do dia, duração do sol ou qualquer coisa assim. Mas nesse livro, era tudo igual e a única diferença eram climas. Ou seja, fiquei com a impressão de que tinha sido escrito sobre países diferentes em um mesmo mundo, mas mudaram para dizer que era ficção científica também.
Realmente, a parte de viagens entre planetas e tudo mais é completamente dispensável. É capaz de tirarem e ninguém perceber que teve diferença. Mas o que mais me incomodou nessa questão científica foi sim a tecnologia, que só existia quando convinha. Não faz o menor sentido existir um método de transmissão de informações de um planeta a outro e isso não ser algo comum nem entre pessoas que moram na mesma cidade. Como é possível ter tanta tecnologia para viajar entre planetas, mas ainda não terem um telefone? Porque a Amani em nenhum momento pensou em ligar para os seus pais ou até para o Idris.
Claro que existem tablets e hologramas, mas só quando precisam ameaçá-la ou filmá-la para toda a população ver. Em qualquer outra situação dos meses dessa história, é como se essa tecnologia não existisse. E como é possível existirem câmeras sendo que uma prisioneira que se passa pela princesa nunca é filmada nem mesmo pela própria inteligência da princesa? Como podem confiar nela com tanto poder e alcance como se não fosse nada? Nem guardas ela tinha! Além de que eles viajam de naves especiais para todo lugar, mas de repente eles usam carruagens entre lugares do mesmo país! Nem para inventarem algo menor, quem sabe poderiam ter chamado de carso, carto, carro?
Parando um pouco aqui para respirar fundo, mas é que isso me incomodou demais mesmo. Eu nem odiei o livro, tem coisas nele que eu gostei demais, mas a história tem mais furos do qualquer outra coisa!
Outra coisa que não foi tão legal, na minha opinião, foi a ambientação. Faltou descrição de coisas menores, de diferenças mesmo. Não tenho a menor ideia de como é a lua onde ela morava. Sei como é o castelo, ela adorava explicar esse tipo de coisa, mas algumas descrições logo no começo deixaram bastante a desejar. Eu relevei, mas logo comecei a ficar confusa com a criação desse universo e dos povos de lá. Acho que faltou um pequeno glossário bem organizado no começo que teria poupado os inúmeros infodumps desconfortáveis nos primeiros capítulos.
De fato, a prosa da autora está bem travada no comecinho por causa dessas coisas e, admito, cheguei ao final do livro ainda bem incerta sobre os povos, suas culturas e costumes. Lembro de alguns, mas a maioria era informação demais, lição demais no meio de uma narrativa, então acabavam passando batido. Acho que o livro inteiro teria se beneficiado de trechos fictícios de canções, lendas e até literatura desses povos como epígrafes em cada capítulo. Acho que poderia aumentar a sensação de que existe de verdade.
Não, ainda não terminei de comentar tudo que me desagradou. Juro que ainda vou falar de coisas boas, mas agora é melhor eu já dizer que o enredo é fraquíssimo! A ideia começa forte, a garota que é forçada por uma princesa cruel a se passar por ela, a arriscar sua vida por ela. Mas aí ela finalmente começa a se passar pela Maram e nenhum evento, nenhum momento é realmente um risco. Para que todo o treinamento se ela não ia mesmo se arriscar com nada? Foi só um capricho da princesa? Isso tirou bastante da força dessa premissa, infelizmente. Faltaram alguns atentados, suspeitas, tiros, desespero, tropeços, algo que movimentasse a história e que também justificasse sua existência.
Confesso que eu continuei lendo só por duas coisas, as duas coisas que eu amei no livro, mas vou mencionar elas depois.
Antes, quero deixar claro que a leitura é bem devagar, fácil de acabar, porque é um livro pequeno e os acontecimentos são vagos e corridos. Ou seja, o pouco que acontece é meio superficial e as ideias nem amadurecem antes de já mudarem ou acontecerem de cara. É uma história pouco imersiva, quando poderia ter sido sensorial e emocionante. O maior problema do enredo, na minha opinião, é que o único momento de grande emoção ou dúvida é um que você já sabe que vai vir pelo prólogo. Não há nenhuma reviravolta inesperada, nenhuma revelação incrível, nada desse tipo. E as conclusões que os próprios personagens tomam no final não fizeram nenhum sentido. Confesso que fiquei esperando um momento de lógica ou algo surpreendente, que me fizesse ficar curiosa com a continuação, mas nunca veio.
Existe ainda uma pequena chance de eu ler o próximo livro, mas seria só pelas duas coisas que amei nesse. A primeira foi a relação da Amani com a princesa, Maram. Foi muito legal ver as duas "se enfrentando", ver como elas iam se conhecendo melhor e quebrando uma a outra. Me surpreendi com a complexidade de Maram, mas tenho que admitir que tinha muito mais potencial do que foi aproveitado. Se eu parar para pensar em quantas cenas elas tiveram, por exemplo, foram poucas, mas todas eram interessantes! Acho que o livro teria se beneficiado demais de mais aprofundamento nessas partes. Ele poderia ter sido um pouco maior também e menos corrido.
Outra coisa que gostei bastante foi do crescimento da Amani. Ela amadurece tanto, que foi legal de ver! Mas não é algo que amei.
Amei de verdade foi o romance! O Idris é maravilhoso e ver os dois se aproximando foi lindo! A autora, quando parece mais confortável com a narrativa e não se preocupa em ficar incluindo explicações sobre o universo no qual a história se passa, escreve muito bem! É um livro cheio de passagens bonitas e tocantes, de momentos especiais! Foi um romance devagar e delicado que me deixou vidrada às vezes enquanto lia. É verdade, se tiver um romance interessante, eu leio qualquer coisa. É uma pena que essas passagens maravilhosas não fossem intercaladas com acontecimentos relevantes.
Não sei se posso dizer que recomendo o livro, mas não des-recomendo também. É uma história fraca com personagens interessantes. Quem sabe um dia eu não leia o segundo mesmo assim?
Reviewed in Brazil on January 18, 2022
Antes de mais nada, queria dizer que o livro em si provavelmente só vale duas estrelas, mas tem alguns detalhes nele que são tão bons, que mereciam umas quatro. Foi por isso mesmo que cheguei à minha nota de três.
A coisa que mais me incomodou no livro foi a tentativa da autora de misturar fantasia com ficção científica. Essa é uma mistura que funciona em muitas histórias, mas aqui parece demais que foi introduzida depois do livro estar pronto, como uma tentativa de diferenciá-lo de outros de fantasia YA. Nenhuma parte que fosse 'ficção científica' fez sentido. Nenhuma. Nem a colonização por um povo que parece ter só umas vinte pessoas, nem as viagens entre luas e planetas, nem mesmo a tecnologia presente nesse universo.
Quando um livro se passa em um planeta diferente ou pelo menos em mais de um, como aconteceu aqui (três, dois deles eram luas), o mínimo esperado é que eles sejam diferentes em questões científicas também. Atmosfera, gravidade, tempo de duração do dia, duração do sol ou qualquer coisa assim. Mas nesse livro, era tudo igual e a única diferença eram climas. Ou seja, fiquei com a impressão de que tinha sido escrito sobre países diferentes em um mesmo mundo, mas mudaram para dizer que era ficção científica também.
Realmente, a parte de viagens entre planetas e tudo mais é completamente dispensável. É capaz de tirarem e ninguém perceber que teve diferença. Mas o que mais me incomodou nessa questão científica foi sim a tecnologia, que só existia quando convinha. Não faz o menor sentido existir um método de transmissão de informações de um planeta a outro e isso não ser algo comum nem entre pessoas que moram na mesma cidade. Como é possível ter tanta tecnologia para viajar entre planetas, mas ainda não terem um telefone? Porque a Amani em nenhum momento pensou em ligar para os seus pais ou até para o Idris.
Claro que existem tablets e hologramas, mas só quando precisam ameaçá-la ou filmá-la para toda a população ver. Em qualquer outra situação dos meses dessa história, é como se essa tecnologia não existisse. E como é possível existirem câmeras sendo que uma prisioneira que se passa pela princesa nunca é filmada nem mesmo pela própria inteligência da princesa? Como podem confiar nela com tanto poder e alcance como se não fosse nada? Nem guardas ela tinha! Além de que eles viajam de naves especiais para todo lugar, mas de repente eles usam carruagens entre lugares do mesmo país! Nem para inventarem algo menor, quem sabe poderiam ter chamado de carso, carto, carro?
Parando um pouco aqui para respirar fundo, mas é que isso me incomodou demais mesmo. Eu nem odiei o livro, tem coisas nele que eu gostei demais, mas a história tem mais furos do qualquer outra coisa!
Outra coisa que não foi tão legal, na minha opinião, foi a ambientação. Faltou descrição de coisas menores, de diferenças mesmo. Não tenho a menor ideia de como é a lua onde ela morava. Sei como é o castelo, ela adorava explicar esse tipo de coisa, mas algumas descrições logo no começo deixaram bastante a desejar. Eu relevei, mas logo comecei a ficar confusa com a criação desse universo e dos povos de lá. Acho que faltou um pequeno glossário bem organizado no começo que teria poupado os inúmeros infodumps desconfortáveis nos primeiros capítulos.
De fato, a prosa da autora está bem travada no comecinho por causa dessas coisas e, admito, cheguei ao final do livro ainda bem incerta sobre os povos, suas culturas e costumes. Lembro de alguns, mas a maioria era informação demais, lição demais no meio de uma narrativa, então acabavam passando batido. Acho que o livro inteiro teria se beneficiado de trechos fictícios de canções, lendas e até literatura desses povos como epígrafes em cada capítulo. Acho que poderia aumentar a sensação de que existe de verdade.
Não, ainda não terminei de comentar tudo que me desagradou. Juro que ainda vou falar de coisas boas, mas agora é melhor eu já dizer que o enredo é fraquíssimo! A ideia começa forte, a garota que é forçada por uma princesa cruel a se passar por ela, a arriscar sua vida por ela. Mas aí ela finalmente começa a se passar pela Maram e nenhum evento, nenhum momento é realmente um risco. Para que todo o treinamento se ela não ia mesmo se arriscar com nada? Foi só um capricho da princesa? Isso tirou bastante da força dessa premissa, infelizmente. Faltaram alguns atentados, suspeitas, tiros, desespero, tropeços, algo que movimentasse a história e que também justificasse sua existência.
Confesso que eu continuei lendo só por duas coisas, as duas coisas que eu amei no livro, mas vou mencionar elas depois.
Antes, quero deixar claro que a leitura é bem devagar, fácil de acabar, porque é um livro pequeno e os acontecimentos são vagos e corridos. Ou seja, o pouco que acontece é meio superficial e as ideias nem amadurecem antes de já mudarem ou acontecerem de cara. É uma história pouco imersiva, quando poderia ter sido sensorial e emocionante. O maior problema do enredo, na minha opinião, é que o único momento de grande emoção ou dúvida é um que você já sabe que vai vir pelo prólogo. Não há nenhuma reviravolta inesperada, nenhuma revelação incrível, nada desse tipo. E as conclusões que os próprios personagens tomam no final não fizeram nenhum sentido. Confesso que fiquei esperando um momento de lógica ou algo surpreendente, que me fizesse ficar curiosa com a continuação, mas nunca veio.
Existe ainda uma pequena chance de eu ler o próximo livro, mas seria só pelas duas coisas que amei nesse. A primeira foi a relação da Amani com a princesa, Maram. Foi muito legal ver as duas "se enfrentando", ver como elas iam se conhecendo melhor e quebrando uma a outra. Me surpreendi com a complexidade de Maram, mas tenho que admitir que tinha muito mais potencial do que foi aproveitado. Se eu parar para pensar em quantas cenas elas tiveram, por exemplo, foram poucas, mas todas eram interessantes! Acho que o livro teria se beneficiado demais de mais aprofundamento nessas partes. Ele poderia ter sido um pouco maior também e menos corrido.
Outra coisa que gostei bastante foi do crescimento da Amani. Ela amadurece tanto, que foi legal de ver! Mas não é algo que amei.
Amei de verdade foi o romance! O Idris é maravilhoso e ver os dois se aproximando foi lindo! A autora, quando parece mais confortável com a narrativa e não se preocupa em ficar incluindo explicações sobre o universo no qual a história se passa, escreve muito bem! É um livro cheio de passagens bonitas e tocantes, de momentos especiais! Foi um romance devagar e delicado que me deixou vidrada às vezes enquanto lia. É verdade, se tiver um romance interessante, eu leio qualquer coisa. É uma pena que essas passagens maravilhosas não fossem intercaladas com acontecimentos relevantes.
Não sei se posso dizer que recomendo o livro, mas não des-recomendo também. É uma história fraca com personagens interessantes. Quem sabe um dia eu não leia o segundo mesmo assim?
Mirage is a diverse sci-fi fantasy story which is inspired by Moroccan culture. I found this world so original and fresh and I loved the worldbuilding so much! It was so nice to the Moroccan heritage and culture incorporated into the story. The worldbuilding is so intricate and done so well. It was so nice to see a world which is original especially in a sci-fi setting, the cultures of both the Vathek (oppressors) and Kushaila (oppressed) and their power dynamics are so intriguing and well written.
The characters are also so well written and fleshed out. They are complex and interesting to read about and have great character development. Amani is smart and sassy but she learns to be diplomatic and manage tense political alliances. She is brave but also shows vulnerability and admits she is afraid. I loved that we are shown that she is afraid but still persists in her goal.
Maram is initially shown as cold, abrasive and arrogant but we soon learn that there is more than meets the eye. I loved how she develops and we get a deeper look at what she is truly like and we see that she has grown up in a difficult situation and she is more vulnerable than she allows to be seen.
Idris is my new book boyfriend! I adore him even though we don’t get to see a lot of him what we do see is a young man who despite having to live among those who murdered his family is still kind and compassionate. He is very diplomatic and smart and knows how to play the long. He is also fun and charming and shows a different side to him when he learns who Amani is.
I loved seeing the relationships develop between Amani and Idris and Amani and Maram. They were complex and realistic and I am looking forward to seeing more of them and how their relationships develop in the next book. The side characters who we see for short periods are also well written and are all interesting to read about.
I also loved the Arabic poetry incorporated into the story and that it was not only an important part of Amani’s and Idris’ culture but also important to the story. It also gave us a glimpse of how the Kushaila culture was before the Vathek came and destroyed most of it in the war.
One of the aspects of the story that I found really interesting was how prejudice against a group of people can lead to the oppression of them. But also that by actually learning about the culture and way of life can help to overcome the prejudice. This was something I saw as Amani’s and Maram’s relationship developed and they started to become friends.
The story itself was well rounded and had a full arc as well as setting up a larger plot to continue in the next book. I really liked this as normally we are left on a cliffhanger just as the plot starts to develop in the first book.
I highly recommend reading this book! It was wonderfully written and left me wanting more! It was also so wonderful to see diverse cultures and the Moroccan heritage, as it’s not something we usually see in books. I am really looking forward to continuing the story.
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on April 14, 2019
Mirage is a diverse sci-fi fantasy story which is inspired by Moroccan culture. I found this world so original and fresh and I loved the worldbuilding so much! It was so nice to the Moroccan heritage and culture incorporated into the story. The worldbuilding is so intricate and done so well. It was so nice to see a world which is original especially in a sci-fi setting, the cultures of both the Vathek (oppressors) and Kushaila (oppressed) and their power dynamics are so intriguing and well written.
The characters are also so well written and fleshed out. They are complex and interesting to read about and have great character development. Amani is smart and sassy but she learns to be diplomatic and manage tense political alliances. She is brave but also shows vulnerability and admits she is afraid. I loved that we are shown that she is afraid but still persists in her goal.
Maram is initially shown as cold, abrasive and arrogant but we soon learn that there is more than meets the eye. I loved how she develops and we get a deeper look at what she is truly like and we see that she has grown up in a difficult situation and she is more vulnerable than she allows to be seen.
Idris is my new book boyfriend! I adore him even though we don’t get to see a lot of him what we do see is a young man who despite having to live among those who murdered his family is still kind and compassionate. He is very diplomatic and smart and knows how to play the long. He is also fun and charming and shows a different side to him when he learns who Amani is.
I loved seeing the relationships develop between Amani and Idris and Amani and Maram. They were complex and realistic and I am looking forward to seeing more of them and how their relationships develop in the next book. The side characters who we see for short periods are also well written and are all interesting to read about.
I also loved the Arabic poetry incorporated into the story and that it was not only an important part of Amani’s and Idris’ culture but also important to the story. It also gave us a glimpse of how the Kushaila culture was before the Vathek came and destroyed most of it in the war.
One of the aspects of the story that I found really interesting was how prejudice against a group of people can lead to the oppression of them. But also that by actually learning about the culture and way of life can help to overcome the prejudice. This was something I saw as Amani’s and Maram’s relationship developed and they started to become friends.
The story itself was well rounded and had a full arc as well as setting up a larger plot to continue in the next book. I really liked this as normally we are left on a cliffhanger just as the plot starts to develop in the first book.
I highly recommend reading this book! It was wonderfully written and left me wanting more! It was also so wonderful to see diverse cultures and the Moroccan heritage, as it’s not something we usually see in books. I am really looking forward to continuing the story.
However, it’s easiness is also why I don’t give it 5 stars. Mirage has the potential to be a very good political intrigue book, but our POV character simply knows too much about what is going on for that, meaning that you get spoon-fed information that it would have been more satisfying to have to work out for yourself. This makes the story hard to engage with on any deeper level than casual light reading, which is a shame because the premise holds so much potential for this book to be more than it ended up being. Either way, it’s still a good book.
this is beautifully written, the characters are genuine and real like... i feel like i should text Maram spoilers so she can do stuff and aaaargh! i had to stop part way through because i loved it so much and was scared of it ending!
De Bodard, Harte, Daud... the divine three deities of scifi...
anyway, i'd say how much you need to buy and read this but i have a sequel to read so take the hyperbole and understand that it is nothing but fact...
this book is amazing! it will make your life better!