Aargh

[flemmings]

Speaking of unlikable people: an e-book hold came in and I clicked on it because Miss Silver and her romantic young things and Inspector Littlejohn and the Isle of Man were getting a bit boring bicycle-reading-wise. But turns out Saint Death's Daughter is a 750 page thumper with two more people waiting to read it, so I must beaver away at it,  because also I will forget who is who and why if I leave it. And pace the blurb, there are no warm fuzzies to be had with so far, just a lot of bloodthirsty types being bloody and mass-murdery. Not as rebarbative as Gideon the Ninth (which I bounced off of so hard I gave myself concussion), actually almost reminiscent of Flora Segunda and her Mama General, but still. Although the necromancer heroine is the nicest character around, and almost sweet with her revivified mouse skeletons.

Finally did a little gardening, mostly cleaning twigs and detritus from the front path. Still have balance problems when wearing shoes, though the spasming back doesn't help. Should probably book a massage some time. But weather remains unchancy: rained most of yesterday as coolth moved in,  was supposed to rain today as heat returned, is supposed to rain tonight,  nado nado.

Comments

[chomiji]

I remember vividly how much you disliked Gideon! But De gustibus non est disputandum remains as true in our time as it was for the Romans.

I'm bemused that you say you "prefer Cooney" to any degree, because the comments above seem to be, at best, damning with faint praise?

[flemmings]

Not really my intention. There were a number of unpleasant people at the start of the book, some of whom got their comeuppance eventually. Unpleasantly, but serve them right. Unlike Muir, the unpleasant people are neither the protagonist(s) nor the viewpoint character, and the magic system is intriguing on its own.