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Mirimirage

Allusion is not Illusion

You'll pry my books off my cold, dead body. By the time you shift them all I'll be flat and dessicated.

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Winter's Tales
Karen Blixen, Isak Dinesen
Black Lamb and Grey Falcon (Penguin Classics)
Rebecca West, Christopher Hitchens
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Susanna Clarke
Already Dead
Charlie Huston
The Rings of Saturn
W.G. Sebald, Michael Hulse
Lady Audley's Secret
Mary Elizabeth Braddon, David Skilton
Unequal Protection: How Corporations Became "People" - And How You Can Fight Back
Thom Hartmann
The City, Not Long After
Pat Murphy
You Can Sketch: A Step-by-Step Guide for Absolute Beginners
Jackie Simmonds
Lonely Werewolf Girl
Martin Millar
Hellbent - Cherie Priest From the beginning, I felt that this sequel missed the verve, the fun, of the first installment. I read on, hoping that things would pick up once Priest got through filling in new readers on "in last week's episode." Instead the story seemed more and more haphazard. Things happen out of the blue, characters behave in ways that don't make any sense. How could a vampire survive acting as stupid as Raylene does here? Letting a dangerous wizard who is mentally unstable spend the day in your room while you're unconscious? Right after you for no reason helped her escape capture for killing hundreds of innocent people just to off her ex-boss? This kind of made me want all the characters to snuff it.

Ditto the author, because after that she just DROPS the wizard and the quest for the magical penis bones, introduces some new people and a new little plot line, crushes that into a dozen pages, and rushes back to Seattle. Maybe you should just stay in Seattle, Ms. Priest, and finally get around to thoroughly exploring those gas-zombies you keep half-assedly bringing into your steampunk series.

I don't know if Priest has changed editors, or what. I never felt like the underpinnings -- pacing, consistency -- were her strong points, so maybe someone else was riding her on those and now isn't. Or maybe she wrote this for contractual reasons and wasn't feeling it. Certainly the weakest of her books that I've read so far.