Been a while since I picked up Frances Hardinge's 'Fly By Night', but what stuck with me was its fiercely clever core. It’s not a typical heist or adventure; the plot spins on a twelve-year-old orphan, Mosca Mye, who can read in a world where that’s a dangerous, regulated skill. She ends up partnering with a slippery con-man named Eponymous Clent, and they get tangled in a city’s political conspiracy fueled by rival publishing guilds.
It sounds wild, and it is. The main thrust is Mosca and Clent trying to survive and profit in this treacherous city, but they accidentally become the key piece in a plot to overthrow the government. The ‘fly by night’ feeling comes from Mosca’s literal pet goose, Saracen, who is this bizarrely effective agent of chaos. The real plot is about the power of words, literally and figuratively, in a society terrified of free thought. Hardinge builds this incredible, oppressive atmosphere where books are literally locked up, and Mosca’s ability is a revolutionary act. I remember the ending being less about a clean victory and more about Mosca choosing her own messy, uncertain path, which felt right for the story.
It’s a dense, witty book—the plot mechanics are complex, but the heart is Mosca’s angry, lonely journey toward finding her own voice in a world that wants to silence it.