This is my conundrum as I eye 1Q84 while awaiting Tigana.
It’s been a while since I truly fell in love with a book – addictions have come and gone, the most recent being Henning Mankell – but loving a book in a way that will bring you to read, re-read and re-re-read until the spine breaks and the pages fall out is something new.
Not since Lord of the Rings, I suppose.
Discovering A Song for Arbonne by Guy Gavriel Kay in the bookstore, I was bemused by its pastel landscape cover, reminiscent of the sci-fi fantasy covers before the grand makeover.
(Usually featuring flames, darkness, a hooded figure and other such exciting characters/settings.)
When a friend recommended it I decided it was indeed long since I delved into fantasy and I smirkingly gave it a try.
Without delving into the plot, it is suffice to say the writing is beautiful: not a word too much or too little, the editing is sharp, the story gripping and the ending achingly tragic and devoid of the predictable happy closure that marks so many tomes today.
After Tigana comes a trilogy and luckily, GGK is completing another epic – I cannot wait.
Even if 1Q84 is beckoning with come hither pages…