This past weekend I finally finished "Midnight Never Come" (Onyx Court, Book 1??) by Marie Brennan.

I'm completely unsure whether I should try to review it, as it seems unfair to the author ... seeing as how I'm not particularly big on fantasy or historical fiction (take a wild stab at what this book's hybrid taps). Oh, or fictional politics. Don't love those, either. So ... yeah ...

Got this book free at last year's FaeriCon, and thought it might be a good way to get into the spirit before this year's event. But lawd did this thing drag for me. I spilled hot cocoa on it a few chapters in, and I should've taken the hint and put it down for good. Towards the end, I really did want to know what happened. But, not enough that it was worthwhile. Especially since the ending was semi-canned. In my opinion.

Basically, it's about Elizabethan London, and Elizabethan Faerie London. Their ruling queens. Their politics. Their pacts. Etc.

Not me at all. I tried. I really did. And I finished. But it took me forever, and now I've barely touched my book club pick for this/last month. In order for me to love fantasy, it needs a proper anchor in reality. And when that reality is decades and continents away? Dressed in doublets and spouting wanna-be Shakesperean-ese while drinking ale and talking to brownies? I'm just not able to get there. I'm sorry. As I said ... I tried ...