The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch
I picked this book up at a bookstore some time around the summer because I thought it safe to assume anything George R.R. Martin would vouch for would be worth a read. I trust we’re all such fans of Game of Thrones and A Song of Fire and Ice and can all be friends.
It’s really getting to me how I wildly profess one book as my favorite and then the next book I happen to pick up almost always immediately shuts me up. I don’t know but this may just be the most exciting one I’ve ever read.
The Lies of Locke Lamora is the first book in The Gentlemen Bastards series (but there’s actually a Book 0!). It’s set in what I imagine to be a late medieval or renaissance Italy, only with glass structures and sharks and sorcery and it revolves around a group of con artists who play confidence games on wealthy nobility and call themselves — you got it — The Gentlemen Bastards.
It’s a smartly written novel, it builds up and these funny little interlude chapters pop up with stories from their earlier years of apprenticeship under Chains, a superb thief disguised as a blind priest. I knew the story was twisted right from the beginning, but I couldn’t believe what a crazy insane mess it only ravels you into. It’s just a heck of a lot of fun to read. No unnecessary PG parts to make it interesting when it gets boring because there isn’t even a dull chapter in the book. I remember always wanting to skip all the chapters on Davos in A Song of Fire and Ice.
This book has so much blood all over it and magic and thievery and underground politics and swearing and outwitting, ugh. It will blow your mind.