• Au­thor: Marie Bren­nan
• Rat­ing: ★ ★ ★
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Review:

I have said that I dis­like when a fan­ta­sy world is just re­al coun­tries mixed up and trans­plant­ed. Well, this book has that in spades and I did not mind one bit.

Sure, Scir­land is ex­act­ly Eng­land, and Chi­a­vo­ra is ex­act­ly Italy and so on, and ap­par­ent­ly it all takes place cir­ca year 5800 in an­oth­er plan­et where by sheer co­in­ci­dence an ex­act repli­ca of ear­ly Vic­to­ri­an Eng­land has come in­to ex­is­tence.

But you know what? The tone. This book is writ­ten ex­act­ly in the tone of a cranky old nat­u­ral­ist Vic­to­ri­an la­dy. No, I have not ev­er read such a thing, but if I had, I hope it would read just like this book.

It's in some ways a re­al­ly old-­fash­ioned book, al­though writ­ten with a mod­ern sen­si­bil­i­ty.

Plus, rea­son­able(ish) drag­on­s.

Look­ing for­ward to Trop­ic of Ser­pents (which is, just like this one, a awe­some ti­tle).