I've just finished reading Cast in Silence (Michelle Sagara), the fifth book in the Chronicles of Elantra series. Where to start? Firstly, the humour that pervades this book had me grinning in more than a few places:
Kaylin's understanding of the Dragon term hoard wasn't exact, but time had made clear that it meant 'touch any of my stuff and die horribly'.
Kaylin wilted visibly. She'd long since realised that there were whole days that did not reward getting out of bed; she thought it a bit unfair that whole weeks could also be like that.And then there were the passages that reached out from the page and touched me:
The past never truly died. anyway; you just boxed it up and put it in storage, hoping it wouldn't come back to bite you later. But it did, and sometimes you bled.
'Stop judging your life only by the failures,' he whispered.
'What should I do?' she whispered. 'I'm always going to fail.'
'We all do,' he said softly, his voice closer now. 'We all fail. But none of us fail all of the time.'However (and this isn't a 'but' in the way that you're probably thinking), sometimes I honestly feel that Michelle Sagara gives me (as a reader) too much credit...because sometimes I feel like I have absolutely no idea what is going on with the plot and I'm just grasping at straws with what I think I know. The plot in this series is so intricate and everything has meaning...and I worry that I'm missing things...important things.
So, do you ever read a book and come to the realization that you are missing the bigger picture?
Note: For those of you familiar with the series, Lord Nightshade is still my favourite character, although I definitely have a soft spot for the Dragons *grin*