See post below for context, ie, if you guys don't entertain me, I can't guarantee I won't flee into the cold night in my jammies.

Last week lady_ganesh asked me to name and briefly describe the five worst books I'd ever read. I replied:

Oh God, SO MANY! How to choose?!

1. Robin Hobb's Forest Mage (The Soldier Son Trilogy, Book 2)
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I read a bit of book two before falling asleep last night.

It is now ten years later. And yet in many ways little has changed. By page two, Vanyel is weeping in a sensitive manner.

Is it just me, or is the prose even clunkier? For instance, Vanyel putting his lute on a chair prompts this unusual simile: Once safely there it sagged, leaning over ( Read more... )

Before I begin ragging on this book, I should note that although I cannot call it good, it's pretty entertaining. I would not hesitate to recommend it for salon reading, as long as you can either call up your inner twelve-year-old at will or else enjoy a good inner snark-fest ( Read more... )