Wednesday, April 5, 2023

The Cruelest Month

 

The Cruelest Month (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #3)The Cruelest Month by Louise Penny
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Another great mystery in Three Pines. Although the ending is a little melodramatic, and Gamache interrupts one reveal to conclude another mystery and then returns as though nothing has happened, it still comes to a satisfying conclusion. The reason this series is better than most, imo, is that Penny also investigates the human condition--what is jealousy? can a person love too much? what is the deepest betrayal? This book also reveals the reason Nichols is in this series, which has dogged me from the first.

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How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

Speaking Bones

Speaking Bones (The Dandelion Dynasty, #4)Speaking Bones by Ken Liu
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

What a great ending to the Dandelion Dynasty. Liu has created a world so full and complex that it seems impossible that it doesn't exist. Does some of the detailed descriptions of numerous engineering feats get a little contrived and complicated? Yes, but Tolkien's details of fairy life were a little long too. And the results of these contraptions become something beyond imagination, using nature and a little fantasy and using natural laws for human's purpose. In a world without oil or guns, it seems at once more organic and fantastical than our reality. Besides all of the innovations, I loved the explorations of communication--song, word, writings, dance, plays, food--within the cultures, between them, and through time. I loved too, the balance of faith and man's own ability to create through art or science. He explores hard questions about what love is, unity, the greater good, and what leadership looks like. ( I only wish a tiny bit more of Fara and Sovo, after they reunite, but really this epic is already thousands of pages long). Hands down one of the best world-building epics of all time.

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Only when she had lost herself in the stories of the scrublands, when she had abandoned herself to the mores and customs of her adopted people, when she had opened her heart to the austere beauty of another creation myth--only then would she truly find herself.

the palace was not only less; it was in fact no more

it is the act of naming, not the name itself, that is the sign.