Holy mackerel. I am mightily impressed with this book. And it is a slow-paced book, friends. And I like it. Nay, I love it. That's saying a lot. I am a very impatient reader. So if you love an intentional, thoughtful, slow-woven tale already, you're not even going to feel forced affection for the first half -- this novel is going to seriously light your mortal fire. It's late. Sorry...but I was up late reading the second-half of a slow-paced book in one sitting. Me! Onto the bullets (because I expect impatience from my readers);
- Knox's writing is so rich! It is excellent, but it demands serious concentration! And when you're running on sleep dep and you're accustomed to fast-flicking through YA novels...the richness is intense. I had to hard blink and re-read some sentences, because they were so dense with meaning and poetry that it made my head hurt a tad. And then upon rereading, I was so relieved I had, because sure enough, pushing on in pursuit of only the gist of the story I would have truly missed something exquisite...every...time.
- So: this book is not a holiday escape quickie, nor a word-snack buffet for waiting rooms and bathroom visits. But if you allow for the slow burn (the puns, they keep coming!), it is so worth it.
- Mortal Fire is crazy-intelligent, beautifully well-written, and oozing original. I am crazy proud that Elizabeth Knox is a New Zealander.
- Did I mention, the magical writing is backed up by a preposterously excellent story? Because that deserves its own bullet; truth.