by Tamora Pierce
Once again, I was extremely disappointed in this book. Alanna is so great when she’s fighting, and helping people with her magic, and making friends, and teaching youngsters to control their budding magic. She is hardworking and tough and compassionate. She is such a delight in those scenes!
And then she goes sleeping around with two different men. This is not a series for middle grade! I just don’t understand why any of that is in this book.
I really loved the desert setting with the shaman magic and the Bezhir tribes. Their culture was richly described and the characters were well written. But I wish that the Bezhir characters had had a little more development. They are rather stagnant, and seem to exist only to create a plot point for Alanna, not to have their OWN stories with their own agendas and background.
I knew I was losing interest in the story when one of the supporting characters died, and I was like… meh. Don’t really care. But I didn’t care because there wasn’t much time spent on his story or on the grief of the other characters after his death. They didn’t spend much time grieving him, so neither did I.
As with the other books in this series, there were many things in the book that I liked, and many more that I didn’t like. There is so much great potential there for a really wonderful story, but the author takes too many wrong turnings in the plot and gets away with sloppy writing. I’m still going to read the last book, but I’m not a happy reader at this point.