Reading Tai-Bo

This week I real Lament by Maggie Stiefvater author of Shiver and Linger. She wrote this book and one other before her werewolf books made her successful, but I like these better. She writes about the fey. About faeries in the tradition of Irish legend. Not the stories where faeries are cute little skipping guys with shiny belt buckles who hand out pots of gold. No, these are the stories where if you don’t wear iron during the summer solstice the faeries will step out of the darkness to dance and kidnap and rape. Maybe the fierce and deadly legends of the fey weren’t romantic enough and that’s why she decided to go to werewolves. But I thought Lament was wonderful. Talented young harpist falls for deadly faerie assassin. Of course I do wonder why, after over a thousand years of slaughter, he fell for a shy girl who vomits every time she has to preform on stage, but of course wows everyone with her inner musical goddess. Why why why? Ah…who cares. It was romantic. But a warning to my lovely sister. If you are to enjoy this book you must completely purge yourself of your anger at a certain unnamed author. If you are constantly growling about how all teen fiction is derivative of that Emo vampire and his clumsy bride, you won’t enjoy any of this. And isn’t all fiction derivative, in one way or another.

Speaking of which, Happy Birthday!!! I love you Mama Griffith.