This book has sat on my bookshelf for years. I bought it when it first came out (about five years ago?). I was charmed by the beautiful cover and the blurb, but then a reviewer whose opinions I trust was quite scathing about the book, so I left it unread all these years, until I stumbled across it while cleaning out my shelves recently. I skimmed through the first couple of pages and thought I’d give this book a try.
The experience of reading this book depends on your attitude going into it.
I went into it with some amount of trepidation, knowing that it was written in dramatic form, and that there were two others who worked on the book. I don’t have a very high opinion of collaborations. And so, yes, very low expectations
Season 6 of Game of Thrones was a corker throwing surprises at us with every episode, and I have to say I enjoyed each one of these surprises. At the beginning of the season, when it dawned on me that this is a whole new twist on the books, I formed the grand intention of blogging about each episode, only for it to die a natural death – been too slammed with work on all fronts.
So, it was a really pleasant surprise when Kate Lee contacted me asking if she could post her thoughts on the show vs the books for posting on my blog.
I have been miserly rationing out my reading of George R.R. Martin’s books, eking out my pleasure one wee short story at a time, biding my time till his next major oeuvre – The Winds of Winter. Seriously, I’ve become this total Westerosi junkie needing my fix of all these fantastic stories and settings that George R.R.Martin manages to conjure up for me. He is the best writer ever when it comes to hooking his audience, and this is coming from me, someone who is not at all prone to hyperbole.
I am really loving all this back story into the Targaryen family that I am getting reading these various prequels to A Song of Ice and Fire. Dangerous Women that I read last year was fantastic, dramatic, and bloodthirsty all at the same time.
I’ve tried and tried and tried to read something a little serious this summer, but I don’t know what’s happened to me this summer, but I suddenly seem to have developed the attention span of a toddler.
What with the onset of summer holidays, weekends horse-riding with Piglet, raising a new pup (yes! Follow my instagram for some puppygrams), and general laziness, I’ve just not thought through my reading too much, and have slightly relaxed blogging diligently about every book I read.
Anyway, coming back to the point of this post, which is to rave about Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare. This book had me reading compulsively late into the night.