Yesterday I had some time off being a Mum and travelled into Glasgow to see Robin Hobb talking at Waterstones. It was lovely to be able to go where I wanted, when I wanted, and to spend a good quantity of time reading (one of her books). I must admit, I don't get on terribly well with Hobb's books. The names of the characters annoy me (although that's my problem - they are completely in keeping with her world), and I don't like the magicy element (again, that's my problem - magic is, after all, to be expected in fantasy). But the thing that really annoys me is that the central character has a familiar in the form of a wolf. This of course happens in George RR Martin's books too, and I have no problems with the direwolves, but Hobb's Nighteyes (what a name) is much more doggy than the direwolves, and that's probably why it annoys me. I cannot be doing with dogs. All that said, I love the way Hobb shows you people's characters, and how they ...
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