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Book review: Rosemary and Rue, Seanan McGuire

8:30: I think I may have promised to write this review. I don't remember.

I don't remember because I have just finished reading a good book. This means I pretty much don't remember anything beyond my name & that it is a good idea to rearrange my face into affectionate-shapes when looking at that blonde guy wandering around the lounge rolling a cigarette.


The post finally delivered while I was at work; I got home around half five, it is now half eight. Ish. At some point I stopped for dinner. I can't say I didn't put the book down; what I didn't do was put it down for more than the 20 minutes to make dinner, and the length of time it takes to negotiate getting a mouthful of food from plate to mouth.

That other dude who lives with us asked how I was while I was cooking; I think I told him I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be back in my book.

8:46: Gravity has reasserted itself. I now know which way up and down are.

8:47: I have a drink. I am thirsty. Hey, I have limbs and coordination and oooh, tastebuds.

8:48: You know that disconnected feeling when you've been crying a lot? I'm down to that now. I think that means I can try for talking about the book.

Now, I knew this would be awesome, and that I would love it. I knew this because I have read other things seanan_mcgure has written, and they were awesome. I knew because I had gathered bits and pieces about her take on faerie that made me know it was going to be good. I knew because I read a couple of sample chapters about a million years ago, and they, too, were awesome. I was not wrong.

...this is a whole lot of awesome, and I think I need some new adjectives. There are beautiful things in the book, both beautiful awe-inspiring fey things and beautiful everyday miracles (like sunrises). There are horrible things; again, both horrible bloody fey horrors, and some thoroughly ordinary horribleness as well. And it's all one, all the same. And there are playground rhymes used as charms, and misunderstandings which are only apparent as such after the fact, and somebody uses the line: "we drown people semiprofessionally," with which I am, you must understand, hopelessly and desperately in love.

...ok, yeah, I am totally propositioning that line.

And it is self-contained despite being the start of the series; there is an end, a proper satisfying one, so that the desire for the next book is less 'what happens next' and more 'I want to go back to this world' which is once again an awesome thing.

Guys, you should totally buy this book.
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