I’ve been interested in reading Bitterwood for a while now. I enjoy James Maxey’s blog, and we have mutual friends who’ve recommended Bitterwood.
But I stopped talking about reading it and finally read it because I don’t want to sound like a dweeb if I run into James Maxey at Trinoc this weekend.
So what did I think of the book? It was difficult to tell. In the beginning, I was impressed with the fast hook and enjoyed the fantasy world structure, but wasn’t thrilled with the pov switches.
In the middle, I was getting annoyed with the inundation of characters and pov switches, bored with the hippity-hoppity plot line, and hanging in there cause the prose was great, the world fabulous, and I didn’t want to look like a dweeb.
By the ending I was a little confused as to who I was supposed to identify with, but was embracing the schezophrenic scattering of characters. By then each individual pov had been built up to the point that I knew them all and cared about them all, so I didn’t mind that so much. I was also surprised to find myself content with the closure of the ending. I still wasn’t sure why this book was generating chatter, though.
A day or so passed. The characters continued to linger in my mind, I found myself taking the story/plot out and turning it over to look at again, and I was feeling more than content with the ending. Satisfied, like sitting back to look at a large and complex puzzle after placing the last piece.
I may or may not bump into James Maxey this weekend, and my general dweebishness is in the hands of fate, but I can unequivically join the ranks of people who smile and chatter about Bitterwood.
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