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A review by aliceboule
The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley
2.0
I cannot decide wether The Blue Sword was for me or not.
Perhaps I have outgrown fantasies in which the heroine becomes powerful quickly, where the enemy is vanquished easily, when the end comes swiftly and without mercy. Perhaps those novels were for little Me, and now I can no longer enjoy shallow childish stories.
Even so, I truly wanted to be enraptured by The Blue Sword , it reminded me so much of the Pierce series, Alanna, Beka Cooper; and i wanted to relish the fact that I could read something quite like them. But Harry doesn't have much substance. She has no pillar of strength to revolve around, no 3 dimensional form.
For me the best part was Narknon. The cat was too adorable for me and made my inner cat lady burst out in joy.
It is not McKinley's fault that The Blue Sword was not for me. Had it been a few years earlier I would have devoured its pages and re-read it multiple times. But I have become blased to such stories (the curse of reading too much) and am searching for something that remains a mystery to me.
I had always thought I would never be too old for stories of bravery and selflessness. Finding out that I have, makes me terribly sad. I feel that I have forever departed from a time when lost swords and innate magic would transport to a new world. When mysterious princes and dangerous quests would have me jumping around my room in glee.
Goodbye child me. Goodbye.
Perhaps I have outgrown fantasies in which the heroine becomes powerful quickly, where the enemy is vanquished easily, when the end comes swiftly and without mercy. Perhaps those novels were for little Me, and now I can no longer enjoy shallow childish stories.
Even so, I truly wanted to be enraptured by The Blue Sword , it reminded me so much of the Pierce series, Alanna, Beka Cooper; and i wanted to relish the fact that I could read something quite like them. But Harry doesn't have much substance. She has no pillar of strength to revolve around, no 3 dimensional form.
For me the best part was Narknon. The cat was too adorable for me and made my inner cat lady burst out in joy.
It is not McKinley's fault that The Blue Sword was not for me. Had it been a few years earlier I would have devoured its pages and re-read it multiple times. But I have become blased to such stories (the curse of reading too much) and am searching for something that remains a mystery to me.
I had always thought I would never be too old for stories of bravery and selflessness. Finding out that I have, makes me terribly sad. I feel that I have forever departed from a time when lost swords and innate magic would transport to a new world. When mysterious princes and dangerous quests would have me jumping around my room in glee.
Goodbye child me. Goodbye.