Naamah's Kiss by Jacqueline Carey
Jun. 13th, 2010 10:07 pmSo, I went to Jacqueline Carey's site and saw that her new book, Naamah's Curse, has already been released. Checked B&N's and saw that, yep, the local store had it, so of course I had to literally run out and pick it up. Well, I didn't literally run, but after lazing around all day with cramps and general blahness, I threw on some clothes and makeup, drove out to the bookstore at 9:30pm, and bought it.
This is the second book in her third (I'm assuming) trilogy. The first, Naamah's Kiss, was... a little unimpressive for me. I mean, her first three books (the Phedre books) were just mind-blowingly awesome, partly because of her terrific world-building but mostly because of the relationship between (who I consider to be) the two main characters. We're talking soul-crushing angst, here, and I mean that in a good way.
With the second trilogy, the Imriel books, while they weren't quite as strong (maybe I'm a rube, but cousins in love just... no), but they were able to build off the fantastic cast of characters from the previous books.
This current group of books takes place a good century (I think) later, with a very different set of characters. I found Naamah's Kiss to be fairly muddled: the heroine sets out to find her destiny, gets mixed up in some dark magic, becomes the queen's lover, takes a long voyage, there's some stuff with a dragon, yadda yadda. I don't know if it's just that I have no interest in femslash or dragons, or because I miss the old, made-of-win characters, but it all just left me a little... meh.
That said, I had to run out and by the sequel because (1) there's always the possibility that it gets better in this one and (2) it's Jacqueline freaking Carey, biotch.
This is the second book in her third (I'm assuming) trilogy. The first, Naamah's Kiss, was... a little unimpressive for me. I mean, her first three books (the Phedre books) were just mind-blowingly awesome, partly because of her terrific world-building but mostly because of the relationship between (who I consider to be) the two main characters. We're talking soul-crushing angst, here, and I mean that in a good way.
With the second trilogy, the Imriel books, while they weren't quite as strong (maybe I'm a rube, but cousins in love just... no), but they were able to build off the fantastic cast of characters from the previous books.
This current group of books takes place a good century (I think) later, with a very different set of characters. I found Naamah's Kiss to be fairly muddled: the heroine sets out to find her destiny, gets mixed up in some dark magic, becomes the queen's lover, takes a long voyage, there's some stuff with a dragon, yadda yadda. I don't know if it's just that I have no interest in femslash or dragons, or because I miss the old, made-of-win characters, but it all just left me a little... meh.
That said, I had to run out and by the sequel because (1) there's always the possibility that it gets better in this one and (2) it's Jacqueline freaking Carey, biotch.