Magdalene Nox: The Headmistress, Book 2

So, to say I’m a true fan of Milena McKay is a euphemism at this point. In my humble opinion, Ms. McKay sets the bar, and she sets in high in this genre. She is unrivaled in talent and consistency. All of her books hit the right notes, they are varied, she can find a hidden voice. She is weighed and not wanting as an author, and make no mistake; Ms. McKay is an author. She could probably write in any genre and we are fantastically blessed that she has chosen LWL writing to lay her talents bare. So without further ado, let me warn you, I’m going in and although I usually avoid lengthy reviews (I mean who wants to read a novel review right) I am making an exception as one is decidedly deserved here. I’ve read all her books and certainly the Headmistress is a standout. Magdalene is the iciest of ice queens rivaled only by the others in Ms. McKay’s army of icy and so stone cold female leads, and maybe one other who shall be nameless here because that is not what this is about. Austerity is at its sexiest in the women of Ms. McKay’s novels and Magdalene is no exception. She was deserving of her own story, of her voice, and Ms. McKay does her the highest justice. If I loved her in the Headmistress, I adored her in Magdalene Nox. When the book hits the ground like thunder, you know you’re in for something special. Ms. McKay does not stray away form the controversial topics and handles them with deft, so we see Magdalene faking an orgasm (damnit, we have all been there) but its the…

I'm sitting here in awe. I'm positively stupified. I recently found Milena McKay's work and to say I'm obsessed is putting it very mildly. I'm not even sure how to review this book because I'm not 100% confident that my words will do it justice. As with my review of The Headmistress- you can read the details in the synopsis or in other reviews but I can't help but talk about how this book made me feel. McKay evokes so much feeling from her readers, it's indescribable (but I'm going to try). McKay's writing is enthralling. It's ethereal. Her prose is stunningly beautiful and achingly visceral. The author very softly, lovingly, SEDUCTIVELY, takes you by the wrist, caressing the delicate skin with her sweet, poetic words, and gently lures you into this universe that's labeled contemporary but feels otherworldly. It's almost a fantasy (if McKay wrote a fantasy novel, my chest cavity could explode with joy) the way her words pour over you like warm honey, coating your mind in this sweet, sweet substance and you'd be utterly delighted to endure its perpetually sticky sweetness, reveling in its warmth. McKay's stellar wording and phrasing are unlike anything I've ever read - it's stunning. I adored literally everything about this book, but one thing that I cannot get out of my mind is McKay's chapter titles. They're gold standard level - again- just captivating. "Of Serendipitous Poetry & Momentous Discoveries" "Of Persipicacious Mothers & Fusha Boas" "Of Ruinous Choas & Things…