For such a huge book, The Falcon Throne tells quite a tight story. The dramas are quite personal and intense ones–lovers torn apart by others’ political ambition, a young woman trapped in the gilded cage of her rank, an innkeeper protecting her children even from their own pasts.
I’m not usually a contemporary literature type. There’s not enough swords. So I was as surprised as anyone to find that I, epic-fantasy-adventure-time addict that I am, veritably inhaled this book.
The Glamourist Histories are the first books I’ve ever read that take place in Regency England and are not in same way connected to the Jane Austen canon. So how did this reader gauge these books against the most demanding measuring stick of all time?
This year got away on my in strange ways–some enjoyable, some less so, such is life. But 2016 is looking like a pretty neat dive while I only stand on the edge of it.