Once finished with Gardens of the Moon, which as can be seen from my previous post I did not find confusing, the next book in the Malazan series jumped into my hands. This made me realize two things: one, I really enjoyed the world, writing, plot, and characters of the first Malazan book, and two, the second book was about different characters.
After a moment this did not bother me. In fact, it just makes the world keep getting bigger, more real, and I like that. I also felt more a home once a few returning characters showed up. Everyone says the second book is better, and if that is true then I am in for a ride because I really liked the first one! I also did not think I would want to go directly onto the second book, but whoops, I did. A ringing endorsement.
Well, I finished R. Scott Bakker’s The Warrior Prophet, but I had to force myself to do it. I just could not get into that book, I found I didn’t have a care one way or another about the characters or what happened to them, and I was overly enthusiastic with his philosophical style of writing. A comment on sffworld.com that made a lot of sense to me was that the characters were “sterile.” That I definitely agree with. They were. It wasn’t that I didn’t like them or their motives, I just didn’t care. Like a tv rerun you watch for five minutes and then change the channel.
So, I am moving on. That’s right, I’m not finishing the trilogy. Hard for me to do, but I’m doing it. I’m going to take a break from fantasy for the time being, mostly to clear my head of Bakker’s works and discover again that there is lots of new, good fantasy out there. I’m diving into a genre I don’t read very often: mystery. I don’t read it very often because there is so rarely a mystery story out there that interests me, but when I find a good, man do I devour them. And the one I found, one that’s been staring at me from bookstore shelves for a while now, is definitely fantastic so far. I haven’t wanted to put it down; I’ve wanted to go deeper into the woods…
Tana French’s In the Woods, is a murder mystery set outside of Dublin, Ireland. So far, 55 pages in, I feel more connected to these characters than I did to any of Bakker’s characters after two whole novels. The story is engrossing and disturbing so far. Just what the doctor ordered to reinvigorate my reading. I’m loving it. If you are looking for a good read, check this one out. I hope it keeps getting better!