Been reading Like Water for Chocolate and I've returned to reading a large amount of comics with all the Star Wars stuff being thrown in my face. Just finished the Lando run, and I'm catching up on Vader.
Finished Reign of Iron, which ended fairly poorly. Read A Dance of Cloaks by David Dalglish and moved on to the second in the Shadowdance series, A Dance of Blades.
For the record, the Shadowdance books have a 4.5/5 rating at Barnes & Noble. It's undeserved. The second book is marginally more tolerable than the first, but the series itself falls flat. The only reason I'm slogging through them is due to my compulsive need to finish a series once I've started.
Finished Dance of Blades, and the following book, Dance of Mirrors, and have now moved on to Dance of Shadows.
What's frustrating is that the protagonist of this series never really learns anything. We're four books in and he's still surprised that stabbing people to death can have negative consequences. Also, while there's some mild acknowledgement of the fact that women can actually do all the things men can (something Dalglish milks for all it's worth in his afterwords) it's completely undermined by the fact that they suddenly need to be rescued by the male hero all the damn time, irrespective of their own capabilities. For those who don't mind spoilers;
Zusa, hardened assassin with a lifetime of experience and magical powers, somehow winds up needing to be physically carried to safety by the less experienced protagonist three times within the last book alone.
Not reading anything new, just rereading Dreamships-- thought I had misplaced my copy, couldn't seem to find it anywhere, thought I'd have to get a new one until I finally found it (it was in the last place you'd expect: my bookshelf) and decided to celebrate by reading it yet again. One of my favourite books that I've come upon in the last few years, as is its sequel, Dreaming Metal. Science fiction rooted in real world issues rather than the usual trappings of cool tech and weird aliens, science fiction with something of real substance to say, with an engaging plotline and living, breathing characters in a dynamic and interesting setting.
In the book of my heart, there is nought but you
In every word, every sentence, and every page.
Sammy wrote:Just finished Red Seas Under Red Skies - Scott Lynch and moved onto The Republic of Thieves.
Thoroughly enjoying the series so far.
These books are my favourite thing ever. Highly recommend you all read them. Anyways;
Finished Dance of Chaos on Saturday, and just finished the tie-in novella Cloak and Spider this morning, which marks an end to the Shadowdance series. Couple of semi-spoiler gripes below for those who are interested;
Dance of Chaos doesn't end in anything remotely resembling a satisfactory manner. It deals with the confrontation with the book's primary antagonist, Muzien Darkhand, fairly competently - if you can stand the drawn out, descriptive combat sessions. However the massive army of orcs and reanimated corpses, led by the necromancer prophet of a dark god, suffers a series of light casualties at the city gates and apparently just gives up and sods off in an off-screen moment. Genuinely; the preceding books throw in a scattering of prophecy-esque references to the coming of said prophet, and even the dark god Karak makes a cameo appearance in a young boy's dreams to talk about how terrible and fearsome his immortal follower is - following which his army appears out of the blue in the last quarter of the book, and then vanishes somewhere between Muzien's death and the epilogue with absolutely no mention of how or why.
Cloak and Spider doesn't fare much better. It starts strong, giving us a glimpse of a young Thren Felhorn, then falls apart after the first hurdle. The time skips are massive, with the gaps between chapters (which in themselves are fairly short) spanning years at a time. Whilst I'll be generous and assume that Dalglish's intent was to ensure that the entire plot fit within the novella, the book feels as though he's taken a handful of unconnected draft scenes and thrown them together in the hopes of selling a book.