As this book got rolling, I really began to enjoy it. The prose is a bit
self-conscious, but January Scaller is a fine protagonist, at the end
truly grounded in herself and very honest with the reader all the way
through. The plot twists nicely and the story thoroughly explores how
hard it is to go against one's instincts, and against someone you love
and loves you, even if you must. I am glad I read it.
But I do
have my misgivings. Seanan McGuire has been doing a YA series on magical
doors that lead to fantastic places and appear to only certain people,
and that series has been up for most of the same awards. The style of
prose is even similar, kind of flowing and self-conscious in the same
way. Maybe I have had enough of Doors? Possibly I have even had enough
of people who have decided, against all evidence, to believe in magical
things. We have a lot of that going on right now and it has gotten us
nowhere good.
Saturday, August 8, 2020
The Ten Thousand Doors of January, by Alix E. Harrow
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