Eventually I will shut up about these books, if only because I'm almost done with them. But it's write about this, or write about the cat that I can't see the location of that's been howling outside somewhere close enough to my window that I can hear it all night. It's disturbing, and cats being cats, it's hard to tell if the thing is in heat or lost or what.
I don't cry when I read books. Ocassionally I'll tear up for a mment, but that's really it. I save my crying for movies. but these books have just gutted me time and time again, and I've had to put this last one down sobbing and clutching myself more than once. It's just awful and overwhelming, and among the author's many strange gifts (and a few writing ticks / universe inconsistencies that annoy me) is his ability to write people who are well suited for each other because they are both forceful, as opposed to codependent (not that these books aren't rife with deeply fucked up relationships, believe me, without one deeply fucked up relationship in the book, we wouldn't have the books, but still teh type of fucked up s atypical of what I am used to seeing in literature in general and children't literature in particular). He has a very complex sense of loyalty and betrayal and it's unsettling, even to me.
For those of you who don't care, or don't wish to be spoiled or whatever:
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