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A review by sandygx260
A Shiver of Light by Laurell K. Hamilton
2.0
I read "A Shiver of Light" during prep for my recent colonoscopy. There's something — fitting about the timing of reading this largely full of crap book. Aside from a few high points and one major character death, this book is mostly talk and little progress.
You know those annoying TV shows where, after every commercial, the show needs to give the viewer of something that just happened three minutes ago?
That's the way Hamilton has written this book. The book contains endless reminders of events that happened in the past, even if the reader just read about someone reminiscing about the event twenty pages ago. I swear Hamilton reminds us about Killing Frost and his beloved Rose at least six times. This happens to a few other topics.
Also, in case we forget, Merry needs to remind everyone that she can't have "intercourse" because she just popped out three babbbbeeees. Odd how she needs to remind the freakin' fathers of the said kiddos! Maybe her men aren't too hep on the uptake. Worry not— this just means there's long, technical descriptions of cock sucking and hand jobs. Skin glows, and as usual Hamilton whips out her favorite old chestnuts for describing fae sex. For example: "My hair was spun garnets and rubies wrapped around the shining white metal of his hand." 120 pages later: " My hair shone like spun rubies and garnets woven in cool fire across my face." Editing? Hamilton don't need no stinkin' editing to clean up any repetition. Hauling in boatloads of bucks tends to do that to authors.
As usual, Hamilton becomes bored and wraps up the novel in two pages, describing events that would have been more interesting to react to in "live time." No, more tell, not show.
I gave this book two stars for keeping me company when I didn't feel like reading something I cared about too much, and for actually surprising me with the unexpected character death. Not sure what Hamilton had against one of my favorite characters— maybe she's taken lessons from George RR Martin.
Not recommended.
You know those annoying TV shows where, after every commercial, the show needs to give the viewer of something that just happened three minutes ago?
That's the way Hamilton has written this book. The book contains endless reminders of events that happened in the past, even if the reader just read about someone reminiscing about the event twenty pages ago. I swear Hamilton reminds us about Killing Frost and his beloved Rose at least six times. This happens to a few other topics.
Also, in case we forget, Merry needs to remind everyone that she can't have "intercourse" because she just popped out three babbbbeeees. Odd how she needs to remind the freakin' fathers of the said kiddos! Maybe her men aren't too hep on the uptake. Worry not— this just means there's long, technical descriptions of cock sucking and hand jobs. Skin glows, and as usual Hamilton whips out her favorite old chestnuts for describing fae sex. For example: "My hair was spun garnets and rubies wrapped around the shining white metal of his hand." 120 pages later: " My hair shone like spun rubies and garnets woven in cool fire across my face." Editing? Hamilton don't need no stinkin' editing to clean up any repetition. Hauling in boatloads of bucks tends to do that to authors.
As usual, Hamilton becomes bored and wraps up the novel in two pages, describing events that would have been more interesting to react to in "live time." No, more tell, not show.
I gave this book two stars for keeping me company when I didn't feel like reading something I cared about too much, and for actually surprising me with the unexpected character death. Not sure what Hamilton had against one of my favorite characters— maybe she's taken lessons from George RR Martin.
Not recommended.