Scene: other half and I are in the living room reading. Possibly one or two of our daughters are also there, and in that case also reading.
OH: This book is so weird, the protagonist’s parents aren’t his parents and his grandparents aren’t his grandparents.
Me: Are his grandparents his parents’ parents at least?
OH: I’m not sure, I’m not all that good at family relationships.
Me: You shouldn’t read the book I’m reading then, it’s about hardly anything else.
Which is mostly true. It’s In the King’s Service by Katherine Kurtz. I actually started reading Childe Morgan first, then realised it was the second volume of a trilogy, got hold of the first and started reading that, abandoning the second halfway through. It’s disconcerting to do that, though, because Kurtz tends to kill off sympathetic characters by the dozen and I know that many of the people I like right now will be dead by the end of the book or at least the beginning of the next one. Also, I notice that many of the Deryni do things that make me cringe and go “are they all in the Guild of the Nameless?” And those are the good guys.
I intend to write a proper blog post once I’ve finished both; currently I’m 51% through this one and 48% through Childe Morgan. (Good e-reader! It doesn’t only make me read more as my other half, who gave it to me for my birthday, predicted, it also keeps track of percentages.) There’s no third volume yet, and I don’t know if there will ever be. Full of family relationships, pomp-and-circumstance porn (it took ten pages to dub a couple of knights), cute small children, and things that I now realise inspired some of Valdyas along with other books-that-made-me. But that is for the proper blog post.
I also promised Marie Brennan a post about her Lies and Prophecy and Ruth Long’s The Treachery of Beautiful Things. Er, not completely true: when I promised the post I was still reading Treachery and hadn’t started Lies and Prophecy yet. Very short executive summary:
The Treachery of Beautiful Things: Faerie is scary and dangerous. Deal with it.
Lies and Prophecy: Faerie is scary and dangerous. Let’s deal with it.
I much prefer the latter.
And I owe someone a review of an advance reading copy, in fact the first thing I read in full on the e-reader. It’s in a genre I don’t know well enough (paranormal YA), but I think I can say a couple of things about it when I’ve read it again. At least it’s good enough to read again, and I’m going to want to read the rest of that series too because it got me interested in the characters.
I should perhaps write about Boneland too, and about the guilty-pleasure books I’ve been reading — Mercedes Lackey and Star Trek, and in fact the Katherine Kurtz is guilty-pleasure reading too.