33.) The Fire Child, by SK Tremayne Follow-up to The Ice Twins which I enjoyed. The set-up is pure Rebecca poor young woman marries an older, wealthier man, who whisks her away to his sprawling Cornish house, which seems to be haunted by the ghost of his beautiful, brilliant wife, who died under mysterious circumstances. It's so clearly Rebecca that the lack of ironic references to the DuMaurier novel actually felt a little bit weird, like in zombie films when no one seems to know WTF zombies are or how to kill them.
Added into the mix is the 8-year old step son, traumatised by the loss of his mother, who seems just as haunted by his mother's presence as the main character and seems to have inherited the family's gift for seeing the future.
I'm very mixed on this. It gripped me, and I enjoyed it very much until the end, whereupon the whole thing fell apart like a... well, like a zombie that's been hanging about in a well for a bit too long. The ending felt weak, the twist unlikely, and it needed a whole lot more time and effort spent hammering the ending into shape. It felt like the author got it to a certain draft, and decided 'fuck it, that'll do' when actually it needed quite a bit more work, and certain plot-points were barely dealt with. It felt half-baked.
But I found the descriptions of Cornwall and the mining fascinating and very evocative, even though it played little part in the plot and was really just background.
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Currently reading Bernard Cornwall's Death of Kings, which I am, frankly, a bit annoyed by (although I'm really enjoying it). There is nothing on the cover or the inside pages to say it's the 6th in a series, and for some reason I picked it up in the library thinking it was the 1st. Reading it, it's clear it's a later entry into a series, and now I'm torn whether I should put it down and cycle back to the beginning or if I should carry on. Probably the latter -- I am enjoying it, and the narrator's a likeable bastard.
But I've noticed lately that publishers of fantasy novels (which this isn't, but bear with me) these days don't always bother putting that a novel is part of a trilogy or its place in that trilogy, on the cover, and it pisses me right the fuck off. I shouldn't have to flick to the inside pages to confirm that it is indeed the second book in a trilogy so I should read x first instead, when the books clearly aren't standalone. It's annoying. And I wonder if it's Amazon's influence...
Anyway, apologies for the long semi-tangential rant. It's really not Bernard Cornwell's fault. Probably.