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Jan. 3rd, 2016 06:04 pmReading Dorothy Dunnett's Pawn in Frankincense, I have two main thoughts (well, three if you count the loud AAAARGHHH which is clearly the only sensible reaction to a plot of such fiendish twistiness in which every turn just seems to make it all worse), viz:
1. I really, really want to go to Istanbul one day. The descriptions are just amazing. (It's a good book to read in winter, lots of sun and colours and enough mention of lovely fruit and delicious sherbets to make my mouth water.)
2. ( Possible very slight spoiler for anyone who hasn't read this one yet. )
(Please note that I'm currently 77% of the way through the book and despite the sheer agony of the fiendishly twisty plot have no desire to know how it ends up working itself out until I actually get to the end myself - so while I would very much like to discuss this book, and Lymond in general, I'm afraid I selfishly only want to discuss it as far as I've read so far.)
1. I really, really want to go to Istanbul one day. The descriptions are just amazing. (It's a good book to read in winter, lots of sun and colours and enough mention of lovely fruit and delicious sherbets to make my mouth water.)
2. ( Possible very slight spoiler for anyone who hasn't read this one yet. )
(Please note that I'm currently 77% of the way through the book and despite the sheer agony of the fiendishly twisty plot have no desire to know how it ends up working itself out until I actually get to the end myself - so while I would very much like to discuss this book, and Lymond in general, I'm afraid I selfishly only want to discuss it as far as I've read so far.)
