It’s time for another close read of Gideon the Ninth by Tamysn Muir! I’m your host, Trentin Quarantino, and today I’ll be running down chapters twenty-one and twenty-two for your amusement.

How is everyone doing out there? I hope you are all as well as you can be, readers, and that you’re not holed up anywhere that has a giant monster bone construct. (Ha, ha, it sounds dirty when I say it.)

Before we start, just a quick reminder that in this post I will be spoility-spoility-spoility down the spoiler trail, so if you haven’t read these chapters yet, you might want to do that first.

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It’s time for another close read of Gideon the Ninth by Tamysn Muir! And just in time, too. I don’t know about you, but I welcome the distraction right now. My brain is spinning like a top! So I’m your host, Violet Sharp, and today I’ll be running down chapters nineteen and twenty of the badassest space lesbian swordfighting adventure to ever grace the page.

Before we start, just a quick reminder that you should check out these chapters on your own first, if you don’t want them spoiled for you. Because I will do it, just try me. Don’t make me pull this post over.

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Welcome back, undead race fans, it’s already time for another close read of Gideon the Ninth by Tamysn Muir! I’m your host, Mamsyn Tuir, and today I’ll be running down chapters seventeen and eighteen. These are teeny chapters, but they pack a lot of punch.

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Welcome back, my little phalanges! It’s time for another close read of Gideon the Ninth by Tamysn Muir! I’m your host, Freddie Purrcury, and today I’ll be recapping chapters eleven and twelve. These are exciting chapters, with lots of swordplay and exploring!

Before we start, just a quick reminder that I am going to spoil these two chapters LIKE WHOA, so if you haven’t read these chapters yet, you should bone up on them first.

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Welcome back, space fans! It’s time for another close read of Gideon the Ninth by Tamysn Muir! I’m your host, Malice Trebek, and today I’ll be discussing chapters three and four. A quick reminder that this post will be more spoiled that Veruca Salt, so if you haven’t read these chapters yet, you should bone up on them first.

Now: Grab that overhead strap, and hold on to your hot pockets, because here we go!

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In 1978, author Ellen Raskin published The Westing Game, a mystery-puzzle book aimed at middle grade readers. In this Newbery medal-winning novel, 16 people are moved into an apartment building and paired up to solve the death of a reclusive millionaire. According to the dead millionaire’s will, whichever team solves the puzzle first gets all the millionaire’s money. It is my opinion that this book was the invention of reality television before reality television knew what it wanted to be when it grew up. The Westing Game was very important to me in my formative years, and more than once I wished I was the main character, Turtle Wexler. (Spoiler: I still wish I was Turtle Wexler.)

Now imagine that The Westing Game has died. It has died, and its agency has been buried in a pit of psychedelic-laced dirt along with some broad swords, a few dirty magazines, and a fifty-gallon drum of sarcasm. And after being interred for three dozen years, it’s dug up in the middle of the night by a group of circus geeks with sharpened spoons while they sing “Black Rider” by Tom Waits, and then dropped in a fish aquarium full of Red Bull and black licorice jelly beans. That’s kind of how I imagine Tamsyn Muir got Gideon the Ninth.

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