Synopsis from Goodreads.
The dark is dangerous. So is the past. So are your dreams.
For six months Nia—Wildgirl—has tried to forget Wolfboy, the mysterious boy she spent one night with in Shyness—the boy who said he’d call but didn’t.
Then Wolfboy calls. The things he tells her pull her back to the suburb of Shyness, where the sun doesn’t rise and dreams and reality are difficult to separate. There, Doctor Gregory has seemingly disappeared, the Darkness is changing and Wolfboy’s friend is in trouble. And Nia decides to become Wildgirl once more.
The sequel to the 2009 Text Prize-winning This Is Shyness is about the difficulty of recreating the past—about how the Darkness no longer sets Wolfboy and Wildgirl free.
*takes a deep breath*
I loved, loved this book so much. As soon as I finished work for Christmas, I made a selection of all the books that I wanted to get through in my holiday. I picked about eight and I knew there was absolutely no way I’d be able to get through them all… which is why I read this one first*.
One of my favourite aspects of this book (and, actually, This is Shyness) is that both of these books could technically be a standalone. But you don’t want them to be because you are so entangled in the world that you just don’t want to leave. I know that sounds clichéd and ridiculous but it’s so true. Once I cross the border and let the darkness hide me from the real world, I am gone. I don’t want to go back to 9 to 5, I don’t want to go back to reading books where the heroines go all daffy because of whatever. I don’t want to read the same old same old stories because all I want to do is go on sugar-fuelled adventures that are illuminated in moonlight.
Hey, I never said I was easy to please.
I really enjoyed how Ortie and Diana had a bigger part in this. I really loved the different side of Wolfy that we saw when he was playing the doting uncle with Diana. Because seriously, that kid is cute. And Wolfy with her was even cuter.
I love Wolfboy. Wolfy, Wolfy, Wolfy. OI OI OI.
And also, I feel like I have to mention how much more I liked Wildgirl in this book. It’s not that I didn’t like her in Shyness but I felt a lot more connected to her in this one. Whereas I think Shyness was Wolfboy’s story, I think QotN was both of their stories and I loved it.
Actually, I really loved how Ms Hall expanded the characters in this book. I think it was the fantastic Shirley (yep, yes it was.) who said that one of her favourite parts with this book was that the world was already created so there didn’t need to be any more “Oh so yeah, in Shyness this happens” which would have slowed the pace way down. I adored all the characters and how the fitted together and how they created splashes of neon colour on the black canvas of Shyness. They really added so much to the story, something that I didn’t realise that I had missed in This is Shyness but they seemed to make the world feel real.
And considering I believed in Shyness in the first book well, mate, I’ve pretty much packed my bags and my application for an Australian Visa is in the post.
This book was like reading a graphic novel without the pictures. I read it in black and white and the only colours was the vibrant scarlet of Nia’s lips and the piercing blue of Wolfboy’s eyes.
Going back to what Shirley said, I think it was so important for this book not to go back to describing the world again. This series won’t be for everyone, it is bizarre and it’s surreal and strange. If you didn’t like the world in Shyness, then you’re probably not going to read Queen of the Night so I really appreciated how Ms Hall didn’t feel that it was necessary to paint the world again.
If we’re reading this book, you’ve got us, Ms Hall.
Hook, line and sinker.
The playground’s been created and Ms Hall was allowed to play, grazed knees and static shocks off the slide and scuffed trainers for all.
And yes, I realised I wrote this entire review holding my breath** but it was only so I could do this:
This book, this series, this author is a must for everyone who likes their contemporary with a shot of sweet, sweet sugary adrenaline.
*Yes, it’s taken me about five years to write this review.
**I suffer for my art.
Reynje is the most bestest of friends because she buys me difficult to get-yer-grubby-mitts-on Aussie books and then gets
fictional sexyboys to sign them for me. YEAH.