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Okay, so if Rosemary and Rue was Fae Gone Noir, A Local Habitation is Fae Gone Horror Movie. As another example of genre-combo, this continues to be awesome - lots of wandering around darkened corridors as people get picked off ONE BY ONE by a MYSTERY KILLER, and most or all of those people happen to be magic.
The plot is a ton of fun, I totally enjoyed the book, and I will definitely keep reading the series. I especially loved April, the creepy-little-girl adopted daughter of the woman Toby was sent to protect; she's a very cool character and I'm kinda fascinated to see what happens to her in later books. My one complaint is that I just kinda wish that Our Heroine October Daye was significantly more genre-savvy about it all. I mean, Toby tries hard, she really does, and I am very fond of her, but she basically fails to be genre-savvy along every possible axis.
( Some non-spoilery examples! )
So basically what I am saying is, I would like someone - possibly teenaged sidekick Quentin, who is kind of awesome - to sit Toby down with a giant box of paperback mysteries, romances, and urban fantasy novels until she acquires some rudimentary genre-savvy and possibly also shines up her detecting skills a little bit, considering that Toby also seems to consider 'no, but they're really sad' as acceptable proof that someone is not the killer. Consider it research, Toby! It would make your life much easier.
The plot is a ton of fun, I totally enjoyed the book, and I will definitely keep reading the series. I especially loved April, the creepy-little-girl adopted daughter of the woman Toby was sent to protect; she's a very cool character and I'm kinda fascinated to see what happens to her in later books. My one complaint is that I just kinda wish that Our Heroine October Daye was significantly more genre-savvy about it all. I mean, Toby tries hard, she really does, and I am very fond of her, but she basically fails to be genre-savvy along every possible axis.
( Some non-spoilery examples! )
So basically what I am saying is, I would like someone - possibly teenaged sidekick Quentin, who is kind of awesome - to sit Toby down with a giant box of paperback mysteries, romances, and urban fantasy novels until she acquires some rudimentary genre-savvy and possibly also shines up her detecting skills a little bit, considering that Toby also seems to consider 'no, but they're really sad' as acceptable proof that someone is not the killer. Consider it research, Toby! It would make your life much easier.