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PIERCE, MEREDITH ANNBOOKS ON MY SHELF...
They are well worth it. Pierce writes with a lyrical style appropriate to myths, legends, and a particular type of well-told faery tale. Her heros are ordinary people, perhaps with certain quiet gifts, but never a Hercules or Xena. They could be you or me, caught up in events beyond our control. As if that weren't enough, Pierce has this completely unfair knack of describing any emotion's physical counterparts, such that the reader can't help but feel the lumps in the throat, the hollow heartaches, the rising joys, as if they were his/her own. Her endings always leave me in tears no matter how often I reread them, making them hard to read aloud. Which is a shame, because the language of these books is best enjoyed with the ears.
If I had to complain about one thing, it is perhaps that her main characters just aren't very quick on the uptake. I'm pretty good at suspending disbelief, but every friend to whom I've lent my copies of The Darkangel Trilogy comes back with, "If only Aeriel wasn't so dense! I figured it out chapters and chapters ago..." (My husband likes to say that if she were a D&D character, she'd have an Intelligence of 5. Which only goes to show a hero doesn't have to be a genius to capture your heart, I suppose.)
The individual books of The Darkangel Trilogy were semi-recently re-released in paperback with gorgeous new covers, possibly to celebrate the third book's first paperback publication. (I still prefer the old paperback covers, which had a certain surreal Michael Parkes quality that tended to sum up the whole story much better; too bad they didn't just do a new cover for the third book by that artist.) That was 1998; I hope that the new release gains the author enough popularity to drag the rest of her beautiful work out of obscurity and back into bookstores and libraries everywhere.
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