
Agnes’s affinity for curses and her determination to make them as nice as possible was entertaining for sure.

They are such an everyday occurrence, and I kind of wish the real world was really that magical. I really appreciated the sheer amount of originality in the world building in Nettle and Bone, especially when it comes to the magic of curses and blessings. Everyone felt so real, even though most of them only had a few pages to make themselves known before we left them behind. The Sister Apothecary, the drowning boy, Miss Margaret with the puppet strangling her, the disgraced princess ghost, Kania, and her mother the queen.

It can be hard to do that effectively, but Kingfisher nailed it. Oddly the main character, Marra, and her love interest, Fenris, were a little boring, but I’m willing to let that slide with such a tremendous cast otherwise.Īnd because of the huge amount of traveling in this book, there were also a ton of characters that we met only briefly. The dust-wife, Agnes, Bonedog, the demon chicken. By far my favorite characters were… god most of them. Don’t judge me! I have to set aside a lot of my free time for spinning and weaving and drawing and shit! It took me several months to get it read, lol. So I brought it to the checkout counter and went home with it. Rather it felt like a fairy tale, and I like to think that’s my default state. This one didn’t feel like an epic fantasy. By “feel” I mean the cover art, the gold-embossed dog skeleton on the hardback, the idea of three impossible tasks, and Marra’s determination to kill the handsome prince. I went into a book store, and I was leaving with a book no matter what. I’ll admit I bought this one in a fit of the former.

This book isn’t perfect, but it’s pretty damn good, folks.īook-buying and book-reading are two different hobbies.

Well, I also stayed for the dust-wife, the lyrical voice, the imaginative characters, the small stakes (relatively speaking), the fantasy, the gray morals, and the fairy tale vibe. I came for the bone dog I stayed for the demon chicken.
