I’m making my way through Solstice Wood which I’ve had out from the library for weeks now. This not my first McKillip book; I have, in fact, started a bunch of her books and finished only a few. I’m finding, as I read, that once again I’m not sure I like her writing all that much. It’s an annoying combination: I adore the lushness of her world, I’m intrigued by the set up of this story, and I am more curious than caring about any of the characters. They are almost haunting, are almost captivating, are almost endearing. There isn’t anything at all that I can point to and say, “Ha! This is what’s wrong with it!” because there isn’t anything wrong with it. With this book especially, I’m marveling at this dis-connect, because, come on. This world. Other worlds. Boundaries and meetings and, then, fiber magic! All things that should make me love the story, and it’s certainly a magical combination to get me through the book, but I feel a distance from the characters that I generally dislike in books.
I want to love her writing. It seems, when I’m reading it, that I should, but something keeps that from happening, and it’s frustrating.
I’m also (sort of, kind of) reading The Red Tent based on the praise that was heaped onto it by folks in a group I’m in. I set it aside to read the two Mercedes Lackey books I just devoured, and I’ll pick it back up when I’m done with Solstice Wood which needs to go back to the library.
I have been devouring books the last few weeks. Reviews will be coming, I swear! In the meantime, what have you been reading?