Librarian, occasional reader. Queer and prone to sorting things.
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Delightful, charming fairy romance. No real surprises but this is not a book I wanted surprises from.
Actually, one surprise - did not realise this was the first volume in a series. Shall be tracking down a copy of the second and third volumes to continue reading.
It's been twenty years since Cormac Reilly discovered the body of Hilaria Blake in her …
Wasn't sure if I would like this novel. But it was a mystery mostly in a style that I like, and proved a page-turner. I appreciate the methodical step by step of interview and evidence, and how even a problem long-dormant might be traced. The ending got a bit dramatic but I am still going to read the next one.
Personally I think there was an entire murder in this one that Cormac overlooked. If not, then an anticlimax.
Wasn't sure if I would like this novel. But it was a mystery mostly in a style that I like, and proved a page-turner. I appreciate the methodical step by step of interview and evidence, and how even a problem long-dormant might be traced. The ending got a bit dramatic but I am still going to read the next one.
Personally I think there was an entire murder in this one that Cormac overlooked. If not, then an anticlimax.
This was beautiful and painful and although I haven't read any of the other contenders I am sure it deserved the Booker Prize.
Strange to think this novel takes place in an overlapping time with the last story I read - Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City - and Maali escaping to San Francisco with his boyfriend where they might have been a passing figure, a sentence aside. But that was never going to happen. The story The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida most reminded me of was The Good Place, although they aren't especially like each other.
I feel like I am doing a disservice to this book to be talking only in relation to other titles. But I have waited half a month to mark it as finished because I couldn't think what to say that would do it justice. Read it, if you can.
This was beautiful and painful and although I haven't read any of the other contenders I am sure it deserved the Booker Prize.
Strange to think this novel takes place in an overlapping time with the last story I read - Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City - and Maali escaping to San Francisco with his boyfriend where they might have been a passing figure, a sentence aside. But that was never going to happen. The story The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida most reminded me of was The Good Place, although they aren't especially like each other.
I feel like I am doing a disservice to this book to be talking only in relation to other titles. But I have waited half a month to mark it as finished because I couldn't think what to say that would do it justice. Read it, if you can.
I did not record exactly when I started reading this series, so I am going to call it 9 months for 9 novels. At the beginning it was a window to a marvellously unfamiliar and queer world, the San Francisco of the 1970s, half a world away and before AIDS was a name anyone knew.
After that, well. The coincidental twists and turns of the plotting may have stretched credibility. But the drama was delightful. And after spending so many pages and so many narrative years becoming familiar with these characters and their found ('logical', as Anna Madrigal would have it) family, I have grown rather fond of them. There are still tears in my eyes from the final pages.
I do not know yet if I will go on to read the subsequent post-post-final book "Mona of the Manor". But I suspect fate will toss it into …
I did not record exactly when I started reading this series, so I am going to call it 9 months for 9 novels. At the beginning it was a window to a marvellously unfamiliar and queer world, the San Francisco of the 1970s, half a world away and before AIDS was a name anyone knew.
After that, well. The coincidental twists and turns of the plotting may have stretched credibility. But the drama was delightful. And after spending so many pages and so many narrative years becoming familiar with these characters and their found ('logical', as Anna Madrigal would have it) family, I have grown rather fond of them. There are still tears in my eyes from the final pages.
I do not know yet if I will go on to read the subsequent post-post-final book "Mona of the Manor". But I suspect fate will toss it into my path sooner or later.
