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Manchester; Enchanted Inc
Aug. 2nd, 2010 11:51 pmI was in Manchester today to see ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amchau; it's been far too long, and we had a very nice day wandering the city and catching up. I ate pretty much my own weight in Chinese food. It was fab.
Of course this meant a couple of hours on trains, so I got through a book. Enchanted, Inc, by Shanna Swendsen - I got it in LibraryThing's Secret Santa last year, and it's sat on the shelf since Christmas. My quick blurb-and-first-page-skim assessment: generic chick-lit with fantasy elements. Small-town girl living in Manhattan discovers magic is real, etc., etc., paging Mr. Potter (who is now thirty years old, ye gods).
And that is what the book is about - but I confess myself utterly delighted, nevertheless. Oh, why, when it's written so badly - lots of telling you, showing you and then telling you again to be sure - and when the plot hangs together quite so loosely, and when it contains such atrocities as a fairy called Trixibelle and another one called Ariel and did I mention bad, bad writing I think I did.
But... the protagonist (whose name is Katie - I think these were called the Katie Chandler series in the US) is likeable enough to make you want to know what happens to her. Interestingly, she isn't special because she can do magic or whatever; it's because she can't, because she can see what's really there, a la Tiffany Aching. I liked it. The Bechdel test filters in and out, because of a lot of post-blind-date-dissection, but she and her flatmates talk about jobs and frogs and assorted other things. And the brooding hero - yes, there is one - is a sweet subversion of the usual trope. His name is Owen, and he is good-looking and powerful (magic as metaphor for sex, that's never been done) but also with intermittent social phobia, and scared of himself. It's surprisingly well done.
Also: ( poss. triggers for sexual abuse )
The ensemble cast are quite charming - Merlin is in it, as is de rigeur in these sorts of books; but rather than being the grand enchanter type, he's a somewhat confused elderly British chap, who does not approve of Camelot - and in the end the BEST THING IN THE WORLD HAPPENS.
This is a spoiler, but it is ( THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD )
If that doesn't make you want to read it, I don't know what well.
...okay, possibly only I think this is the best thing ever. But STILL. You should all read it so I can eventually get on with nominating it for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide. It's the first of a series - inevitably - but as the other three books are all £13 each in the UK (paperbacks!), I think I will wait till I get to the US to get them, and then probably devour them all at once for comfort reading.
amchau; it's been far too long, and we had a very nice day wandering the city and catching up. I ate pretty much my own weight in Chinese food. It was fab.Of course this meant a couple of hours on trains, so I got through a book. Enchanted, Inc, by Shanna Swendsen - I got it in LibraryThing's Secret Santa last year, and it's sat on the shelf since Christmas. My quick blurb-and-first-page-skim assessment: generic chick-lit with fantasy elements. Small-town girl living in Manhattan discovers magic is real, etc., etc., paging Mr. Potter (who is now thirty years old, ye gods).
And that is what the book is about - but I confess myself utterly delighted, nevertheless. Oh, why, when it's written so badly - lots of telling you, showing you and then telling you again to be sure - and when the plot hangs together quite so loosely, and when it contains such atrocities as a fairy called Trixibelle and another one called Ariel and did I mention bad, bad writing I think I did.
But... the protagonist (whose name is Katie - I think these were called the Katie Chandler series in the US) is likeable enough to make you want to know what happens to her. Interestingly, she isn't special because she can do magic or whatever; it's because she can't, because she can see what's really there, a la Tiffany Aching. I liked it. The Bechdel test filters in and out, because of a lot of post-blind-date-dissection, but she and her flatmates talk about jobs and frogs and assorted other things. And the brooding hero - yes, there is one - is a sweet subversion of the usual trope. His name is Owen, and he is good-looking and powerful (magic as metaphor for sex, that's never been done) but also with intermittent social phobia, and scared of himself. It's surprisingly well done.
Also: ( poss. triggers for sexual abuse )
The ensemble cast are quite charming - Merlin is in it, as is de rigeur in these sorts of books; but rather than being the grand enchanter type, he's a somewhat confused elderly British chap, who does not approve of Camelot - and in the end the BEST THING IN THE WORLD HAPPENS.
This is a spoiler, but it is ( THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD )
If that doesn't make you want to read it, I don't know what well.
...okay, possibly only I think this is the best thing ever. But STILL. You should all read it so I can eventually get on with nominating it for
yuletide. It's the first of a series - inevitably - but as the other three books are all £13 each in the UK (paperbacks!), I think I will wait till I get to the US to get them, and then probably devour them all at once for comfort reading.