Ceridwen

So, I've been trying to make note of the books I've read in the last few months, because I stopped keeping track, and that's just a really bad idea. I end up trying to reread stuff I've abandoned for cause, and pissing myself off. So, maybe this review thing is helpful to me in the end. (I've had some angst about reviewing, which I'm not going to get into, because good lord does no one want to hear that.)

Anyway, this one I got all the way to the end and then lost my shit. I was reading through this series in between other things. The quality is wildly uneven, but the steampunkery tends to be pretty inventive, so I was generally pleased. But this one, no. I can't remember the exact mechanics of why this comes to be, but in the end, the heroine has to commit suicide so she can be with her man on some astral plane. NO NO NO NO. 

I don't even mean to be all Behold! The Albigensian Heresy!!! but it is completely unacceptable to offer suicide as a viable solution to your romantic troubles in your pulp steampunk novel, Jesus Christ. I declare myself done, and I'm gonna skate. 

(Also, behold my medieval Christianity joke. Man, those cats seemed too have way to much time on their hands because they kept thinking up the stupidest heresies. Though, maybe it's just the ergot. Hey, man, don't bogart that rye.)