I’ve read a lot of books.
And there are all sorts of wacky ways we find new and old books to read. It’s something most of us don’t ever realize—the mechanical sub-routine that is at work in the discovery of books. They are recommend to us. We see suggestions under headings like, “If you like this, try this…”
We find them on the “New” shelf at our local library or bookstore.
I get most excited about in the discovery of a new book when it happens simply on a whim. In my mind I’ll say something like, “that sounds interesting, I’ll give it a shot.” And a chapter into it, my face is completely blown off and I’m hooked. These are the books I’m most passionate about, that give me literal chills and I’ve re-read them every few years. That last part is a big deal—I’ll swear for emphasis: It’s a big fucking deal. I don’t re-read books. I just don’t do it unless it’s a remarkable book. I’ve re-read the following in my entire life:
These are all books that blew me away for one reason or another. The Rook especially was an amazing story and now a series on Starz. There’s something I wrote about the Rook that may or may not be framed in the Author’s Pool Room:
Here’s the point: A great discovery should be shared. It’s that sage-like wisdom from Indiana Jones—It belongs in a museum! Moreover, it belongs in your bookshelf, in your friends bookshelves, in your local libraries and on the Amazon top-whatever Amazon has.
I think Book 1 of the Raven’t Mark series fell into my lap while ordering Fantasy and Sci-Fi books for the library I occasionally work at. It sounded interesting. Little did I know how hooked I’d get. And it was a series I’d have to wait for because at the time only one of the three books had been released. Books were pre-ordered and promptly devoured within their debut week. The Raven’s Mark is a page turner.
I can safely say that I would get into a drunken bar fight defending these books. If you don’t like them, there’s something wrong with you, you have no soul, or you’re just an asshole. Sorry, the science is in on this one. This is a great read!
Crowfall brings closure to the story, telling a tale of a man who must become a monster in order to move the heavens and earth for the woman he loves. That’s a simple movie-poster tagline for a much more complex plot. It’s also a story told in shades of gray. There are no ‘good guys’ but there is a likability to the characters revealed in their many and assorted flaws.
Where Ed McDonald shines as a writer is in his ability to find his character’s voice. Ryhalt Galharrow feels like a flesh and blood human telling an account of his actual life—albeit the flesh is discolored and bruised and the blood is mostly Misery poison. But the character’s voice is sharp and raw. He’s the sort of person you’d find in a bar of a less than reputable sort, and would probably do well to avoid. But instead you sit down with him, he buys you a drink, and then starts telling you a story. One drink becomes several and his story takes you places you didn’t plan on going. He shows you things you didn’t ask to see, things that give you nightmares and make you afraid to close your eyes. But by now it’s too late. You’re hooked.
The Raven’s Mark comes from a place of darkness, both in the physical realm and the realm of the human soul, and somehow finds it’s way into the purest light.
The series is still too new to read a second time, but reading it again, in a year or two will certainly happen. It’s a damn great trilogy and I look forward to more stories from Ed. He’s an author to be shared.