In utter reverence I am listening to The Rat by Dead Confederate.
There is no good place to begin when it comes to Mackie. He is a boy that goes bump in the night living in a town afraid of things that go bump in the night. And none of them recognize him for what he is, but all of them know, but none of them say anything about it.
And it’s that sort of beauty of a world where things are hidden in plain sight that makes The Replacement a book to read, and then read again, and again.
Mostly because it’ll give you insight into new levels of creativity, new levels of awkwardness, and new levels of strangeness and wrongness that you can’t get from reading any other book.
This book stands far outside the realm of other YA novels. There are no vampires or werewolves, and it’s not about faeries either. I cannot tell you what they are because they really don’t exist. Not even metaphysically speaking they don’t, which makes this book tantalizing. You might call them diseased, or you might call them what Brenna calls them, replacements.
Or you might just call Mackie Mackie. He’s beautiful and strange, full of desires and sad truths that make you want to reach out and hold his hand, and tell him that just because he’s different, doesn’t mean he’s bad.
You’ll find yourself mesmerized by this book, wondering just how a boy could possibly live in conditions like this, and manage to be the hero at the end of the day.
I mean, Mackie never made a mistake, well, maybe once, but Alice was pretty tempting . . .