Books, not by that Rowling person.

So, I read War for the Oaks, finally. People have been telling me for years this is a good book, and I always intended to read it, but it never quite happened; I'd pick it up, look at the blurb or one of several dreadful covers I've seen for it, and a little voice in my head would say "Noooo! Elves on motorcycles, run away quickly!". And I did. But then, last week I was at the City Library, and they had a trade paperback, with a cover not at all reminiscent of a Mercedes Lackey novel, so I borrowed it. And read it, and, even, really quite liked it. Not enough to go looking for other books by Emma Bull, but quite a lot. So there you go.


And now I'm reading Salt, by Adam Roberts. And not liking it a whole lot, but not disliking it enough to put it down, either. I have a funny relationship with this author, I never quite enjoy his books, but I can never quite remember afterwards what I didn't like about it, so I pick up the next one. This one is a fairly well written look at extreme culture shock, but the battle sequences are far too clinical to build any sense of actual chaos, and the characters are such non-people that I have a hard time caring which is which, making it hard to care about the individual storylines. I'm pretty sure this isn't what my complaint was with the last one of his I read, but I'm blowed if I can recall what was....


And in between the two, I re-read Neverwhere. Which, as always, was VERY VERY GOOD!


The End.