For all that I have Unintentional Reading Themes sometimes, I try to introduce a bit of variety into my books so that I don’t end up reading Book X about a young man wittily coming of age followed by Book Y about a young man less wittily coming of age, and then hate harder on Book Y because it just didn’t stack up.
That being said, nothing was stacking up to To Say Nothing of the Dog, and even using Thinner as a palate-cleanser didn’t help, and despite all appearances, I try to give all books a fair crack at being liked. I like liking things. So I did what any sane person would do, threw variety to the birds, and took Doomsday Book out of the library.
Everyone lauds the hell out of DB, and after I read TSNotDFyrefly was all, Doomsday Book has a very different tone than To Say Nothing, but is equally made of awesome. EQUALLY MADE OF AWESOME! That’s what I need to hear. So I pick up Doomsday and WTF? This is no ‘very different tone.’ This is Britain and the future and time-travel and romping!
But I renege that. TSNotD is ALL romping, and a hefty bit of frolic. Doomsday starts off all fun and games, but the apple is full of worms! Seethy, bubonic worms. Do I not make this sound appealing? You will luuuuuuuuuv eet!
So back when time-travel was in its infancy, young-and-plucky
orphan grad student Kivrin decides she wants to go back to the Middle Ages, because no one has ever been there (due to the horrible weather and the insufficient food and the cutthroats and THE PLAGUE!). So they make her learn to ride a horse and start a fire and spin wool and speak Middle English and then they dump her back in time.
But then oh no! Some sort of PLAGUE sweeps through the future! Did it escape from the past when they sent Kivrin through? Shut the net! Leave her
there then! She’ll be fine! But she won’t be fine because something went Terribly Wrong with the drop, and the only man who knows what is delirious with the future-plague, and only one non-delirious person seems to care what happened to her! Won’t somebody think of the Kivrin?
And where Sophie’s Choice is all baguettes in the park and two-steps down the lane before you are hit by the Bus of Sadness, Doomsday kind of sneaks up on you. When did things take a turn for the worser? I dunno, but they just kept getting worserer and worserer. I’m saying too much. .
READ NOW! You will be delighted (and also downered, but it will be worth it).