Dear Naomi Novik,

[blamebrampton]

I am still hugely enjoying the Temeraire books, but please, for the love of tiny bunnies, hire an actual editor to proofread your novels! The typos! They burn!

(I was doing well at ignoring them until we reached the Nemean region, which is in Ancient Greece, not New South Wales. It was rightly the Nepean earlier. Betas are for fanfic, Naomi. I'm sure you've earned enough to pay for a good editor by now!)

Must dash, plot twist has just occurred and I only have time for another hundred pages before bed.

Much love,

Brammers

Comments

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Did she write Merlin!?

You know, in one way, yes, that is what happens, but in another, it's actually a downward spiral into freedom and self-determination, in which Laurence discovers what is important to him and what is not. I like a happy ending, too, which these all are to me, if not Happy.

There are novelisations of the Man from Snowy River? *Boggles!*

[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

I could see the glimmerings of Laurence becoming more enlightened, but he was such a slave to king and country - all very understandable in the age depicted, where duty was all. It's just ... I wanted it to happen more, um, I don't know, distinctly. He allowed so much to happen, especially to Temeraire, that my admiration for him kept slipping away. And despite all the evidence before him, including his own feelings, it was taking him far too long to truly respect Temeraire as a thinking, feeling being, with everything that entails. I wasn't emotionally equipped to deal with how far down it was necessary for him to go before he worked it out. Possibly my problem and not the books'. Maybe. >.>

And yes, there are. Probably not the highlight of great literature.