I have owned this book for over 17 years. I bought it and six of its sequels in London, they travelled with me from there throughout many countries, and once I had them home they moved with me multiple times, and went into storage and out again more than once, as well.
I am now so, so angry that I have given them so much space in my life — not to mention in various baggage allowances — for so long. Because I finally read the first book in the series, did not like it at all, and will not be assaying any of the others ever.
Okay, totally my fault. Still, frustrating as hell.
I guess I just assumed I would like this series. It’s a well-regarded Epic Fantasy written by a very well-regarded exponent in the field, and there are fifteen novels in the Deverry lineage (at the time of purchase, there were already eleven), which misled me mightily. As, I have to admit, did the gender of the author — I was very well disposed towards her, I suppose, and just always assumed that whenever I got around to reading these books, I would love them as much as I do the similarly fantastical flights of Mercedes Lackey and Kate Elliott and Robin Hobb, et al.
But I just… didn’t. The magic system is infuriating, I freaking hate reincarnation tales, the calf-love subplot of the prince and the pauper is just tiresome, and there is way too much slapping of Jill across the face.
Should I give more details of the plot? Probably. Am I going to? Nope. I just don’t wanna. I don’t wanna think of this book anymore ever again. But perhaps I should look in the bright side. Yes, I had to slog through this disaster, but at least as I ended it, and flung it across the room in fury, I simultaneously cleared six books from my TBR in one stroke.
TBR DAY 87: Daggerspell (Deverry #1) by Katharine Kerr
TIME ON THE TBR: ~17 years.
PURCHASED FROM: A bookshop on Charing Cross Road, London.
KEEP: Nope. None of them.