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Review: Bloodhound by Tamora Pierce

The second book in the Beka Cooper series, tells of her first adventure as a fully fledged Dog. The tale follows her and the various partners she is assigned, until mounting circumstances lead her and Goodwin to Port Caynn to investigate a problem with counterfeit silver. The novel details her first proper ‘hunt’ and the trouble she finds herself in along the way with a mixture of suspense and a lot of predictability. The second book also sees an introduction of a new cast of characters, while also keeping the characters from the first book in the background action. 

Bloodhound is a brilliant follow up to Terrier, although it lacks the charm and wonder that Pierce managed to convey in he tales about Alanna, and definitely lacks the suspense and build up held in The Trickster series, which only contained two books.

I’m hoping that the third and final book for the series, Mastiff, will have Rosto appearing as the main man in Beka’s life again, and I’m more interested to see how Pierce will play out the Corus situation, in particular with The Dancing Dove and the small pieces that tie into all the other Tortall books. I’m holding out for Beka to finally give into Rosto, and then it will almost be a mirrored story of Alanna, but we shall have to wait and see…

June 8, 2009 Posted by | Book, book review, childhood, just for shits and giggles | Leave a comment

Death Philosophies

I’m currently reading a book my Dad gave to me for christmas from an author, Patrick Rothfuss, who I had never heard of before. The book is called ‘The Name of the Wind’ and although it has been very slow starting, it is beginning to get better now that I am 174 pages into the 662 page book.
I’m still unsure of how to actually pronounce the central character’s name – Kvothe. At one point it says that it is pronounced nearly the same as ‘Quothe’… But that still doesn’t really help me with my indecision of how to pronounce the name. Some have suggested that the ‘K’ is silent like it often is with gaelic names. I dunno.
Anyways, the reason I am posting this here is because I wanted to post a quote from the book at the beginning of a chapter just after Kvothe’s entire family has been raped, murdered and pillaged from by what seems to be a group of lawless bandits, but in fact have a deeper connection to an eviler source of power. Kvothe was a child of around 12 years and escaped the same fate only because he was out hunting at the time. This extract is about how Kvothe believes people deal with death, and I love the philosophy of it.
” Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us some distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told. “

February 12, 2009 Posted by | book review, Notes, philosophy | Leave a comment