We do bones, motherfucker

 I reread Gideon the Ninth and it is even funnier and more extra the second time around. I love these disaster queer space goths more than I have loved any fictional characters in ages. I laughed, I cried, I did pushup breaks between chapters and named my biceps Gideon. I am going to read everything Tamsyn Muir has ever written this year, and next year I am going to read it all again before Alecto the Ninth comes out.