Book 3

Lovely, lazy Sunday morning...

I know a book is good when I put off making coffee - the elixir of life, the magical brew of sanity and joy - to read. I am loving The Summer Tree. Really beautiful prose, classic good/evil, light/dark conflict, mages and prophesy and a volcano... what more could a girl want? It's definitely the first in a trilogy, in that it's setting the stage, giving all the background, but manages not to lose the reader in all that. Nice not to be lost.

I had a discussion with a poet / law student friend of mine about the line between beautiful and florid prose, and the conclusion we reached is that it's a hard line to see but a far too easy one to cross. (That's not much of a conclusion, is it? More like, obvious answer is obvious, and the answer.) Maybe it's like pornography, or ugly: I can't define it, but I know it when I see it. Kay stays on the good side of the line, and it's delicious.

Reading something like this also helps when I write - except when I'm torn between wanting to read and wanting to write, and I end up having my time sucked down the YouTube...

Going to see Percy Jackson and the Olympians this morning, because before noon it's $5 at the theater we go to, and that's about all I will pay to see this movie. But it looks cute, and at least the special effects will be better on a big screen.

ETA: However, if I were a character in The Summer Tree and my best friend went off to be a sacrifice, I might have a reaction stronger than "Yeah, that sounds like something he would do..." But that's my only big complaint so far. And, to be fair, it is HIS DESTINY ;)