So it was rainy, and dreary, and gross. The weather this weekend was remarkably like that of Prague. Prague happens to be a city in which most of the book I read this weekend takes place. Coincidence? I think not! I controlled the weather via my reading choices! Next time I’ll read a book about fire raining down from the sky and see what happens. Anywho, the book I read this weekend had some fabulous word creation, great mythology, and a heroine who grew on me like a tumor. You hate it at first, then get used to it, then when it is removed you kind of miss it in a weird way.
My reluctantly liked heroine came from a book by Laini Taylor called Daughter of Smoke and Bone. Karou fills her sketchbooks with picture of monsters that don’t exist, and tells tales of what they do in their far away world. Only, their world isn’t so far away. In fact, it is accessible via a portal just 10 minutes away from her apartment. Karou has always known these monsters, they are her family. They are, in fact, the only part of herself that she is very sure about. But the world is stirring around her, and more creatures are coming out of the woodwork. Is there something more to Brimstone’s tooth business than meets the eye? Is there a reason that scorched handprints have been showing up on all the doors? And who is the stunningly beautiful man who Karou senses following her, and why did he try to kill her?
This book had a heroine who I was sure was going to make me want to hurt myself rather than finish reading about her. I was all set to hate her. And then she had to turn out to be kind of awesome. She never became a blundering wreck, she did not immediately fall for her one true love, and even when she did, she was very reasonable and controlled about the whole thing. Karou had wonderful perks and some great flaws, and I would let her travel by my side if I had to kick some otherworldly angel booty. The romance storyline was wonderfully done and meshed in well with the books mythos and world creation. At no time did I find myself not believing the world that Ms. Taylor was creating, even though it was very far-fetched.