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A review by araraptor
Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey
4.0
It took me a little while to get into this book, I suspect because I'd just read all of the Earth's Children series, and was used to everything being repeated all the time. Jacqueline Carey does not repeat stuff all the time - she assumes her readers have a brain, and mine was languishing in a train-oil state.
Continued reading revived my cognitive functions though, and I wound up reading the last quarter in one go, thinking "I'll just do one more chapter, then I'll sleep... oh well, they're short chapters, just another... wait why is it light outside?"
The short chapters go very well with my reading style (when I'm not obsessively bingeing - then they're just enablers), the characters, although a bit two-dimensional, were on the whole enjoyable to read, and the one thing that kind of threw me was how close so much of it was to real-world inspiration. It meant I kept looking for parallels in the bits that weren't - assuming Alba to be Scotland and Terra D'Ange England, my brain couldn't grok the geography of them. A map might've been good. Or a brain that doesn't go "well x is obviously real-world-x, so y must me... waiddaminute"
Continued reading revived my cognitive functions though, and I wound up reading the last quarter in one go, thinking "I'll just do one more chapter, then I'll sleep... oh well, they're short chapters, just another... wait why is it light outside?"
The short chapters go very well with my reading style (when I'm not obsessively bingeing - then they're just enablers), the characters, although a bit two-dimensional, were on the whole enjoyable to read, and the one thing that kind of threw me was how close so much of it was to real-world inspiration. It meant I kept looking for parallels in the bits that weren't - assuming Alba to be Scotland and Terra D'Ange England, my brain couldn't grok the geography of them. A map might've been good. Or a brain that doesn't go "well x is obviously real-world-x, so y must me... waiddaminute"