Aug. 17th, 2021
Good book hangover. When you finish a good book and can’t read others because they pale in comparison.
I finished Joe Abercrombie’s First Law trilogy while at Skybox Cabins and now I can’t read my normal trash because AUGH. Which isn’t to say it doesn’t have problems, of course, but somehow he manages to get me invested in a full cast of completely unlikeable characters, and has fun playing with structure here and there. I liked the chapter full of short sections jumping from one character to another, where each section ends with words repeated at the beginning of the next, as a way to thread the scenes together. I also have to go back and check to see if my hunch is true and each viewpoint character’s final scene echoes their introductory scene. (One of them absolutely does.)
But it makes it difficult to find another book to read.
Will explain the Methodist chickens from the previous post tomorrow, when I can edit the photo and post it, and almost all of you can be completely underwhelmed by the joke because you’re not familiar with the phrase.