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Category: book reaction

Curse the Dawn by Karen Chance

Monday April 27, 2009

Curse the Dawn is the fourth book in the Cassandra (Cassie) Palmer series by Karen Chance (after Touch the Dark, Claimed by Shadow, and Embrace the Night). The series focuses on clairvoyant-turned-Pythia Cassie Palmer, the world’s foremost clairvoyant (whose powers are intermittent) who can also manipulate time and space (albeit clumsily with hilarious results). The other major characters include smooth and seductive vampire senator Mircea and shoot-first-ask-questions-later battle mage and all-around mystery man, Pritkin. I’ll be very spoiler-lite and talk mostly about the series as a whole, I think.

This is a series I can’t stop reading for the simple reason that the characters are engaging. The plots are very all-over-the-place, the descriptions of scenes and images are often hard to understand or a little clunky, the diction and language are inconsistent and a little annoying, but Chance has done something some well- and tightly-written fantasies have failed to do for me: she has utterly and truly engaged my interest with what happens to her characters, even the most insignificant ones.

Unlike the other series in the genre I’ve read, Chance is willing to do some crazy things to her characters. And I’m not talking “dangerous” things or “complicated” things — I mean crazy crazy things with hilarious results. Like swapping bodies. Like compromising situations involving time travel, famous historical events, and mage conspiracies that turn things on their heads. I really enjoy those moments. This series is much more light-hearted and comedic than the other series, definitely full of self-referential tongue-in-cheek moments that make me giggle. Sometimes a good giggle is a lot more effective to me than a good moment of action or a good dramatic moment. Not saying I don’t get plenty of enjoyment out of series with little humor, but it’s a different kind. If I could satisfy all of my reading tastes and desires with a single book or series, forever, then I wouldn’t be the wide-ranging voracious [fantasy] reader that I am. The Cassie Palmer series fills a gap, satisfies a need/desire for me, and perhaps that’s why I keep reading it. No other series has such a clunky, goofy, naggy, whiney, amusing heroine who interacts with such interesting main male characters. (Pritkin is my personal favorite; I suppose that means I am a Cassie/Pritkin shipper? Dare I say it? I never usually go for the vamp when there’s a choice, and Mircea is no exception. Crazy battle mages for the win!)

Midnight’s Daughter, an off-shoot novel to the Cassie Palmer series, was not a necessary read before Curse the Dawn but because I’d read it, I had a more enriching experience, I think, because the action in that novel sort of bisected this one (off-screen) a bit. Also, Cassie sees a photo — or several — of Dorina, the main character introduced in Midnight’s Daughter, and having read Midnight’s Daughter I understood the ironic context of Cassie seeing the photo. Without that knowledge Cassie’s suspicions and jealousy wouldn’t have been as amusing. But reading that novel wasn’t necessarily necessary to the series, but considering they’re set in the same world at the same time I have a feeling that Chance is shaping things up to coincide between books. There’s a huge conflict she’s building toward and between the two series, she’ll be able to show two different sides of it (the fey side, and the vampire/mage side). I’m also assuming there will be character crossover, as there was already some crossover with Mircea in Midnight’s Daughter.

All in all I enjoyed this book. Books 3 and 4 of this series were much better than 1 and 2; based on that I can’t wait for more. If you enjoy urban fantasy and humor, with a little dash o’ crazy thrown in, this is a fun series for that and you may as well dive right into it, starting with the beginning.

Magic Strikes by Ilona Andrews

Friday April 24, 2009

Last week, over a 24 hour period, I devoured Magic Strikes by Ilona Andrews. It’s the third in the Kate Daniels urban fantasy series about merc/mage/kickass female hero Kate Daniels (the previous two being Magic Bites and Magic Burns), written in first person, set in a futuristic and magical Atlanta. I’ll try to keep the reaction as spoiler-free as possible.

Firstly, the book was excellent. I love this entire series. It’s different from a lot of the other series in the genre for a few reasons, but the main one is the world. It’s set in a slightly futuristic time in a world where magic and technology intermingle and often cancel each other out (well, when it comes to magic canceling out tech, really) and the world is built up so well, you’re utterly and unquestioningly drawn in. That rich world layers the present action with a lot of depth, as well as allowing a huge backstory to unfold in a skillful way that doesn’t feel too clunky — in part because of how slowly and deliberately it’s revealed. (Any story can have a backstory this richly developed but the trick is in the way it’s revealed and therefore absorbed by the reader. If it’s all thrown out immediately, or infodumped in the middle/end, it’s hard to process.) That and the entire series so far is very well-paced. There’s a very comfortable unfurling of overarching series plot going on across all of the books that I am really enjoying as well as each book’s individual plot. And each book does have a distinct individual arc, which both complicates and helps to enhance the series plot. As much as I really want to know what will happen… it’ll keep. I’m enjoying everything as it’s been written. Yes, I want to know some things, but enough has been said, implied, and foreshadowed that I am quite happy to keep reading. (Twitch. I keep telling myself that I can wait patiently, anyway.)

I also love this series compared to many others for two other major reasons: the first is Kate herself (a true female hero if there ever was one) and the fact that there is no distracting, drama-ridden love triangle or ridiculous battle over the “many men” who love Kate. Nope. It’s straightforward and singular and I love that. The love plot for each book is simple, pointed, and clear, with as little drama as possible — which fits Kate. She’s not one for drama, and her love life (whatever there is of it) shouldn’t be made into the tug-of-war some authors make for their female main characters. (I am thinking of two series in particular; if you read the genre you probably know which I mean.) She just doesn’t have the time nor the energy to care too much about it and if it were any other way than the way it is, I wouldn’t enjoy the series half as much.

More specifically in Magic Strikes I enjoyed the interaction between Kate and Curran (as always, their witty interplay and chemistry is wonderfully amusing) and the structure of the tournament idea. The whole underground fighting idea has been done but it was used here in an entirely new and interesting way in keeping with this world and its style, and I enjoyed that. I really enjoyed getting to see a different/deeper side of Saiman, and getting to see the developing relationship between Raphael and Andrea (lovelovelove her!), especially as it compares to (and is totally different from) Kate and Curran’s. Getting to know more about Kate was exhilarating, as was seeing the promise of battles to come through well-placed hints and some obvious comments.

I’m thrilled at the way this series is shaping into something subtly grander and more epic than I’d initially anticipated. It’s growing into an epic urban fantasy series and I love that. And it’s not losing its voice or sense of characters, either, as it grows into a larger and more epic framework, which is so vital.

I can’t wait for the next installment in the Kate Daniels series, as well as the new book set in a new world that’s coming out, On the Edge. Keep them coming!

Midnight’s Daughter by Karen Chance

Sunday February 1, 2009

If you’ve read the Cassandra Palmer series, definitely check out Midnight’s Daughter.

I’ve read the Cassandra Palmer series to date — three books, the fourth is coming out in April 2009 — and when launching into this novel, I was glad I had. Karen Chance definitely made me feel as if I needed to have not only read all three of those books but also the short story in the anthology On the Prowl (which I have read), too, to really get an appreciation for the story’s situation. That said, that’s not necessarily a bad thing on her part — plenty of authors love confusing me with that sort of thing, so she’s not alone! — but I still felt a little annoyed because it didn’t really mention that anywhere on the book before I’d started reading it. So yes, having read those helps, but in retrospect they weren’t entirely necessary, as her vampires and the magic system is fairly basic and works off of a lot of canon lore (her vampires have all the usual strengths & weaknesses, plus levels of mastery that yield interesting results). 

Basically, Midnight’s Daughter was all right, but then again, I’m the first to admit I’m both easy going about saying I enjoy a ton of books while having ridiculously high standards for books that go that next step from enjoyment to adoration. (Or obsession.) I wasn’t obsessed with this book, but you know, that’s quite all right. I didn’t race through it — honestly, some of her language tripped me up a little and I had to reread things to be sure I was getting the meaning, and still wasn’t entirely sure I’d gotten it — but I definitely was grabbed by the plot and characters. Louis-Cesare is Mmm, of course — I was wondering if he’d get his own book when he featured so prominently in the Cassandra Palmer books – and Dory was a fun character, if a little abrasive with a voice that didn’t really match her character. (Would a 500 year old half-vampire — dhampir – really speak like that? Really? Oh, first person narration when it’s not quite there.) But I sort of loved Radu (teehee) and the whole thing with the “Dracula” family? The brothers, Dory’s place in it, the history, I have to admit, it kept me interested.

Having gotten used to Karen Chance’s style, I can’t say I wasn’t expecting the way a lot of this book was going to unfold. Her unpredictable plots are predictable in a strange and amusing way. I like the way she’s imagined the Fey (proper creepy/pretty Fey, yes! None of this cutesy crap) and I definitely am a fan of any series that has battle mages and people who are half-things and therefore have to deal with crazy family or genetic issues that result. (More Claire! More Claire!) Plus, I have to admire a writer who just plows forward with world-building and drops detail without getting heavy-handed with the explanation — she doesn’t really explain about magic or they Fey the way she might, the way other authors have, and I like that. She left the end open enough for a sequel or sequels and I admit, I’ll check them out.

So yes, Midnight’s Daughter was quirky, fun, random, and it definitely helps to have read Karen Chance’s other books, but it was still enjoyable.

Underground by Kat Richardson

Sunday January 11, 2009

This evening I finished Underground by Kat Richardson, the most recent in her Greywalker series, an urban fantay series about private investigator Harper Blaine whose two-minute death resulted in her being able to see the Grey, the foggy in-between world of magic, ghosts, and the paranormal. The books read more like straight up mysteries, like detective fiction, rather than fantasy. Richardson has a knack for making the fantastic sound very, very real and Harper’s no-nonsense attitude helps lend that cast to the world (it’s first person and Harper is a very clinical narrator).

If you don’t normally read fantasy but you like mysteries, I’d recommend this series because it certainly doesn’t read like Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files or Patricia Briggs’ Mercy Thompson books, for instance, both of which are very fantastic in terms of the amount of fantasy elements and lore involved, the amount of actual magic that happens, etc. The Greywalker series leans more toward ghosts and thus has a decidedly historical and retrospective bent to it, because ghosts usually bring up issues of the past and/or crime, both of which themes play influentially large roles in each book of the Greywalker series. The lore that actually does pop up is historical, ethnic, or scientific in substantiation, which is really unusual. I enjoy it.

An example of this more technical lean to the urban fantasy elements, from Underground itself, comes in the form of a point one character makes to another about mid-book regarding the improbability of the existence of werewolves:

Everything I’ve seen tells me that magic tends to respect the laws of physics — kind of freaky physics, but lawful physics. For total form-shifting to happen in less than, say, a couple of days, max, it would have to break conservation of mass, conservation of energy, and the laws of thermodynamics at the very least. If shape-shifting does exist, then it’s an illusion, not an actual form change — unless it happens very slowly, which doesn’t seem to be the case. If someone were to change from human to wolf he’d have to make a whole lot of physical changes very rapidly, shedding or gaining mass and using up a ton of energy. There just isn’t enough elasticity in the system to allow it — he’d burst into flames from the heat of the energetic change alone.

I’m a dork; I like that sort of explanation.

I liked the book. I think I liked it better than Poltergeist, book two, which was decidedly strange. This one was decidedly strange, too, though. Harper Blaine’s world of the paranormal in Seattle, WA is so interesting and I have to admit, it sucks me in regardless of how weird or technical Richardson gets. She also had a lot of Indian legend/myth stuff in this one, as well as a lot about Seattle and its history (well, the last two had that too) and I enjoy that. Her descriptions, though, strike me as either lyrical or not explicit enough, which is fine, but sometimes when she describes Seattle I get lost because she’s going just a step short of a whole staircase, and I can’t see the image she’s drawing for me. I have never been to the west coast of the United States so it’s really hard for me to visualize Seattle, for instance, which I haven’t seen a ton of in movies or TV (unlike Los Angeles, San Francisco, or Las Vegas, for instance). When she takes for granted that I know things, I get miffed; if she were setting this book in a fictional series, she’d have to be more thorough, but I guess she can get away with assuming we know what things look like. I tend to prefer an author build the world of the story regardless of how well known the book is. Take New York City and make it your own, for instance, don’t just assume we all know what it generally looks like. It’s the slant of the narrative voice on that description that makes it pop from the page into my mind’s eye, and sometimes Harper’s voice just didn’t do it for me.

Yes for the plot surprises (or not so surprises?) though. Yes for the minor character development. Yes for her love life’s shift. (The book isn’t romance so it handles the love life in a really good way — classy and realistically without distracting from the main plot or sacrificing character.)

What’s weird is this book fits into the category of books for me that I can put down and walk away from comfortably. It’s not a thwwwp book by any stretch, though the last five or so chapters were thwwwp-ish, mostly because I’d given the book that much by then so I had to know what happened. But I’m reading it and sometimes I’m thinking, “Why? What is the element that keeps me reading?” General curiosity, I think. Not overwhelming need-to-know curiosity. Chalice was like that, too, usually, and so have the last few Dresden Files books. But what’s weird is that I no longer mind in the way I think I would have been annoyed about a few years ago. I enjoy books so long as I like them and they hold my attention and interest above all other distractions — they don’t need to suck me in. (Though of course I love a book that does that.)

I’ll pick up the next in the series when it comes out, no doubt. Now on to Small Favor by Jim Butcher.

Chalice by Robin McKinley

Friday December 12, 2008

Last night before bed I finished Chalice by Robin McKinley. Having read every novel she’s written, it was an interesting contrast to her “canon,” if you will. Chalice was like no other book she’s written and yet it was also clearly Robin McKinley, having hints of everything she’s written woven throughout, jumping out at me at intervals to evoke images of The Blue Sword or Outlaws of Sherwood or Deerskin or even Sunshine.

I enjoyed it a lot, but it brought up a lot of issues with me (independent of the novel itself) that I found I was thinking about while reading this, especially because I read her blog and have a sense of who she is apart from her novels — and because I analyzed two of her books for my senior honors thesis and because of that I find I think of those books often.

Firstly, the book was not broken into chapters but sections and parts, similarly to Sunshine. The third person narration was smooth and zigzagged and jumped back and forth through the story’s timeline to flesh out the characters and narrative in a way that was distinctly McKinley and natural, but in a way I think may confuse young readers. (Even The Hero and the Crown’s structure tripped me up as a precocious 14-year-old when I first read it.) Mirasol is really well-drawn and she was full of contradictions and she made mistakes and learned from them. I liked that bit a lot. (Of course I always like protagonists who are (1) clumsy, (2) mistake- or accident-prone, (3) full of faults or have one large fault, either recognized or not, etc.) The Master is also terrifically interesting, flawed, mysterious, and unusual. None of the other characters really stuck with me in anything more than in a “name-with-description” sort of way, though, and while I don’t mind in this case, I think I would have been bored with this story had it not pulled me along with a series of quick scenes, bursts of image and snippets of world-building detail, and a very tight attention to the storyline. The plot simply follows Mirasol’s perspective as she works to orient herself to her new position and then heal her land, second-guessing herself the whole way, which was interesting in that this book was really solely about Mirasol. I suppose I’ve read enough books lately with multiple plots or converging storylines that it took me a moment to settle into this narrative but in hindsight I really did appreciate and enjoy it.

The book was also short. I found I was mostly through it before I realized and I was pleasantly surprised about it. It felt right, too. I love it when a novel seems to stretch to perfectly fit inside the space in which it is written, rather than having a feeling of being condensed or too drawn out. It is lovely when a novel hints at a richness of world but only hints, rather than demanding to show you everything the author has come up with and figured out. I always prefer worlds where the author clearly knows ten times more about the world than any reader will ever actually know — or at least the author succeeds in giving the impression of such a rich world and tricks the reader into believing his/her mastery of it.

The language was consistent and distinctly British-y, with an old flavor to its diction, vocabulary and its prose in general that I both enjoyed but found I was hesitating over, wondering how young would be too young to encounter this book. Its story and themes lean toward the G-rated fairy tale at times but its language is much thicker and more difficult than a reader younger than middle school would be able to chew through easily, nor would it probably sustain the interest of a younger reader. Bryan is someone who was — and still is — frustrated by books where the language is more of a barrier to image than a vehicle for its further evocation, if that makes sense. I find myself often writing to a Bryan reader, or a younger version of myself, as my imagined reader (I always find I write with one in mind). This imagined reader is rarely the Chalice sort of reader.

In that regard I kept finding myself wondering about literacy issues and getting children and young adults into reading in this age of computers, video games, and instant-gratification entertainment. I’m fiercely interested in attracting readers who may normally not read a book and get them into my world, to pull them in deep enough that they might want to stay a while. This is not to say that a book like Chalice can’t do that but I think it’s a harder sell to a kid than say, Twilight, which is a terribly sad thing, considering how beautiful, warm, evocative, and wonderful Chalice was compared to… well. I won’t rehash it here.

I wondered, during and after reading Chalice, if Robin McKinley, with a book like Chalice, could be considered a writer’s writer. And if so, is that a good thing? I think it is. Heck, I want writers to read my work and say, “Her writing is something.” Don’t all of us want that kind of peer-level validity?

Look at where this “review” has gone. I’m so terrible at reviews, aren’t I? I riff, really, which is definitely why I do call them “reactions” — I think that’s a more accurate term.

Back to a “review”: I liked it. It’s my first hardcover purchase in who knows how long (I am cheap and proud to admit that I use libraries and second hand books and all of that to get my reader’s appetite fulfilled) and I’m glad I made it. I’ll read it again. It was multilayered. Its world was relatively simple and clean — no messy histories or backstories thrown in, but hinted at, slowly brought in as it pertains to the main plot. Which I loved. While there was a lot of telling — a lot of telling — the language was lovely and the scenes she threw in between the exposition to show earned those passages of expository telling. None of the passages seemed inserted or forced, which can really irratate me in a fantasy novel. Everything fit with the style of the narrative, as well. So yes, I recommend it.

Princeps’ Fury by Jim Butcher

Thursday December 4, 2008

This morning I finished the fifth and latest installment in Butcher’s Codex Alera series, Princeps’ Fury. I have been a fan of them since picking them up from the library earlier this year. I now own 1 to 4 in paperback, all ready for me to read through again.

Back to Princeps’ Fury: it was both excellent and fairly surprising — in a good way. (I’ll keep it general until I give you the spoiler warning.) The characterization, plot, and pacing were all as excellent as in any other installment of the series — the events involving the secondary characters were treated with the same gravity, care, and patience as the events around the protagonist, Tavi, which is something that deterred me from the first book (I love me my hooking protagonists) but ultimately drew me back in and made me appreciate the world anew in the successive books. In a lot of epic fantasy (I mean it, here, to refer to fantasy series where events happen on a large, world-wide scale), I tend to get pulled toward the main plot involving the protagonist because it’s simply the most interesting and exciting, ultimately making all secondary plots/characters annoying and more bland by contrast. (Robert Jordan & Terry Goodkind do this quite a lot.) Butcher doesn’t do that. He gives us enough reason to care and root for the secondary cast as he gives us reason to root for Tavi, but without diminishing Tavi’s importance. The secondary characters and plots are simply different, but commutatively crucial to the overarching plot of the series.

Now for the potential spoilers. You’re warned.

I adore Tavi. The terrific characterization given him (and his band of merry cohorts) is so excellent and so consistent. Except for Max perhaps being a little too annoying, I enjoyed his plot the best. The interplay between he and the Canim was excellently portrayed, and I especially loved the “Tavar” name given him by Varg. Kitai shined, as usual, but expressed an interesting gravity of emotion that was not so “feminine” as demonstrating a maturation of her and Tavi’s relationship that really moves toward deep, devotional, permanent love, and I liked that a lot; it was done organically. In other plots: Isana’s was so exciting, hilariously surprising and yet typical, and very emotionally moving. I loved the revelations about Septimus and their past that Isana, naive as she is and has always been, learns along with us. I love that we’re not learning what she’s always known in that regard; it would change her character if she had been aware all along of what Antillus Raucus and Aquitanus Attis have been. I enjoyed that a lot. That, and her juris macto challenge had me gasping with shock, awe, and glee. I enjoy that the resulting fight was completely in character for her, too, with the defensive movements and the desire to talk, emotionally, with Raucus; she’s not Araris, nor Tavi, and through her I can see how Butcher is really working to demonstrate Tavi’s difference from Gaius Sextus in terms of sheer upbringing and raw personality. The Septimus/Sextus divide is interesting enough, but I don’t know Septimus — neither does Tavi. I don’t care much about how great he was (so I’m glad Butcher kept it relatively toned down), I only care about how what people think and thought of him are reflected in their current actions, beliefs, and motivations (like with Aquitaine; the scene with Amara/Isana at the end was perfect).

Fidelias as usual was entertaining but not nearly as much as in previous books; what little we saw from his perspective this book seemed to built toward the (inevitable?) revelation of his identity to Tavi. I naturally hated him at first but once I (finally, ugh) got to understanding his type of hatred of Gaius and his subsequent motivation, I like him a lot. I think that’s the point, though. 

Amara and Bernard’s plot was much more interesting in this book, consistently, than in the last; the slog through the swamp could only captivate me for so long, regardless of the (awesome!?) Gaius Sextus’s involvment in it. Amara’s deception with Brencis was excellent and surprising, but not nearly as surprising as where Invidia’s plot has taken her — with the Vord queen?! So interesting, the layers built into that “relationship.” Bernard, cute as always… aw, Bernard. Sure and steady in a way that annoys me in other characters in the genre, though not here. I actually do not really like Amara as a character. I think she agonizes a little much over things — thank goodness it was less in this book than the last two; I was getting tired of it — and I am trying to figure out why I don’t particularly like her. It’s weird. I love Kitai. I love Isana — not quite as much as Kitai, who from the first line of her dialogue I knew she would be important, surprising, and engaging — but Amara has never effectively held my interest. Maybe it was my experience in Furies of Calderon with her, her interaction with Tavi and the others… I put my support firmly behind Tavi from the start and her (quick, infrequent) remarks against him must have hit home? I don’t know why I don’t like her. But even though I don’t like her, her plot was interesting and I do love Bernard. So. I suppose I’m really quickly judgmental about characters? Maybe I don’t like her hot, ridiculous hatred streaks? (Fidelias, Gaius Sextus?) Oh, well, I liked her better in this book and that’s good, I guess.

And then Gaius. He’s been a fascinating character from the start — the hard-edged First Lord whose complexity makes him terrifically fascinating. He’s not nice. He’s not bad. He’s perfectly, reasonably, understandably gray; he does bad things for good reasons, he does good things for layered, deceptive reasons. The quintessential politician and perfect person whom Tavi should both emulate and avoid becoming at the same time. Amara, Aquitaine, Isana, and Antillus (and others) are all justified in their different, complex hatred of him, all for different reasons and with different corresponding reactions. They all ostensibly hate him but none acts on that hate in the same way or with the same ends. His end was brilliant but bittersweet in a way that could only have come across because of the build up to it through the series. He had to go out in a terrific way; the little (almost after the fact) addition that he’d been slowly poisioned by his second wife was relatively unnecessary, to me, but helped explain some things… possibly. I would have accepted pneumonia and gone with it willingly, though. Not every important death (few though they are) in his series needs be motivated by greed, anger, revenge, ambition, hatred, disgust, or jealousy, right? I liked Ehren’s point of view with Gaius; it would be strange to see Gaius’s point of view and I’m glad I never saw it.

It all leaves me excited for the  next installment. First Lord’s Fury, perhaps? One wonders what its title will be. And is it the last book in the series? I don’t read enough forum/website information for me to know (some fan I am!) and I’m curious. But I’m not usually an avid website-checking fan, anyway; I have too much to work on with my own material to be much devoted to anything but the books I read themselves, I guess.

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