“The
King of Attolia” by Megan Whalen Turner. Since I was on a bit of a
roll, I might as well continue, right? I almost stayed up all night to read the
second half, and then the next morning caught myself accidentally reading ten
pages the next morning before work. These books do so much right – characters,
plot (so much plot!), all the scenes pulling their weight. There are scenes
full of banter, but it all serves character and plot!
“A
Conspiracy of Kings” by Megan Whalen Turner. This was the whole
point of the previous three, so here we are. There wasn’t enough Eugenides, in
my opinion.
“Mother
London” by Michael Moorcock. I don’t think I’d ever read
a book by him before, so I picked one at random. This might not have been the
best place to start. The story travels back and forth in time following three
people who share a peculiar psychic ability that they don’t really control. It’s
about how London was affected by the aftermath of WWII, with the displacement
that happened during rebuilding, etc., and Brexit is an interesting time to
revisit that. It wasn’t until the end that I decided the plot was primarily
about a love triangle. If it wasn’t a library book that needs to go back, I
might consider reading it again now that I have a clue. The language was really
quite lovely, but as a whole it was hard to grok the first time through.