I am an easy reader, a trusting reader. When I start a book, I have a shining, innate belief in the skill of the author. Every dangling bit will be addressed somehow in the end. This question I have, or this line of dialogue that just doesn't make sense in the world of the story: these are here for a reason. I trust the author! It is really gratifying when that trust is rewarded. And pretty rare.
I've been reading this series for a while, and there were these moments of jarring incongruousness, flashes of something that just didn't fit, moments of unanticipated tenderness that really threw me for a loop in the midst of this incredibly dark and intensely brutal story. And this time I had the gratifying experience of watching things play out in accordance with those observations I had made. I was thrilled. It wasn't the twist I was anticipating, but it was a twist (two actually, by golly, and they were doozies!
Of course, I immediately went back and re-read everything in the light of each new set of revelations (not a time-consuming task since we're early in the prologue, still, apparently), and it was really glorious. There are still lots of questions (so many questions), but I feel like I can trust this author to sensibly address them in the future.
Not that I'm expecting perfection. I can fully trust an author right up until they totally bungle the ending and still feel pleased with the overall experience (if exasperated that the ending funked). I am not looking for the perfect book, the flawless author. Or maybe I am, and that quest is what keeps me reading the varying degrees of successfully-told stories around me. Maybe I should say I don't demand perfection all the time, but I love it when I see it. So I keep looking for it and finding brilliant flashes of it, and that is why I keep reading.
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