What an excellent read.
I am very late to the Dartmoor party and there are so many other detailed and amazing reviews on this.
And I am not pretentious enough to think that I have any original commentary or thoughts to add, so I will keep this short.
Well, I’ll do my best at least. Ya’ll know how I have a tendency to tangent.
(Yes, I’m aware “tangent” is not a verb. Get on board with my slang, Son.)
So anythisisalreadygoingdownhill, long story short, I LOVE books like this.
Books where the connection between the H and the h stand the test of time and sometimes distance.
Where the story has nuanced details that draw you in and make you feel like you are a thread that’s part of a larger, multilayered tapestry.
Where you feel like Morgan Freeman is fucking narrating it from the bowels of some Hollywood sound booth.
This was like an MC Club War and Peace in terms of length and span.
In other words?
It was long as hell.
Now, could this thing have been a LOT shorter?
Can I think if some scenes, moments, or descriptions of antique lamps that could have been taken out to make this behemoth more streamlined?
Would I want that to happen?
I would worry that editing out any perceived chaff from this book might result in the negation of some nuance or detail that added to the depth of the characters. The depth of the story.
That said, I am really looking forward to reading book two.
I plan on taking my time though – in theory at least.
I’m hoping I will be able to keep myself from bingeing on the remaining books and savor the series.
If only so I don’t end up like this:
I want to maybe leave my house at some point in the next couple days.
There is booze and ice cream to be purchased after all…then again, there is always GrubHub.
I wonder if they deliver Pinot Grigio…