The Blade Itself by Joe Abercrombie
Logen Ninefingers, infamous barbarian, has finally run out of luck. Caught in one feud too many, he’s on the verge of becoming a dead barbarian — leaving nothing behind him but bad songs, dead friends, and a lot of happy enemies.
Nobleman, dashing officer, and paragon of selfishness, Captain Jezal dan Luthar has nothing more dangerous in mind than fleecing his friends at cards and dreaming of glory in the fencing circle. But war is brewing, and on the battlefields of the frozen North they fight by altogether bloodier rules.
Inquisitor Glokta, cripple turned torturer, would like nothing better than to see Jezal come home in a box. But then Glokta hates everyone: cutting treason out of the Union one confession at a time leaves little room for friendship. His latest trail of corpses may lead him right to the rotten heart of government, if he can stay alive long enough to follow it.
Enter the wizard, Bayaz. A bald old man with a terrible temper and a pathetic assistant, he could be the First of the Magi, he could be a spectacular fraud, but whatever he is, he’s about to make the lives of Logen, Jezal, and Glokta a whole lot more difficult.
Murderous conspiracies rise to the surface, old scores are ready to be settled, and the line between hero and villain is sharp enough to draw blood.
I didn’t even finish reading it and still don’t get all the hype. I especially hated the style of writing. It wasn’t flowing, very simple and didn’t make it easy for me to read. I must say, though, that I picked up the German translation so it might not be the authors fault alone. Anyways, it felt like I was reading a comic book, especially when it came to dialogues. I didn’t find the storyline and all characters seemed very one-dimensional and replaceable. I couldn’t take anyone seriously and was expecting much more from this book. Very disappointing, but just not for me.
Priestess of the White by Trudi Canavan
Her heroism saved a village from destruction; now Auraya has been named Priestess of the White. The limits of her unique talents must be tested in order to prove her worthy of the honor and grave responsibility awarded to her. But a perilous road lies ahead, fraught with pitfalls that will challenge the newest servant of the gods. An enduring friendship with a Dreamweaver—a member of an ancient outcast sect of sorcerer-healers—could destroy Auraya’s future. And her destiny has set her in conflict with a powerful and mysterious, black-clad sorcerer with but a single purpose: the total annihilation of the White. And he is not alone . . .
Don’t ask me why I still pick up books by Canavan. They always sound great and then disappoint me. I kind of enjoyed The Black Magician Trilogy (although I am still angry about the ending and that horrible waterfall scene…), but everything else couldn’t convince me. Same with this novel, which I stopped reading halfway through it. It felt like the Black Magician Trilogy in another world with slightly different characters and similar love story. The action was moving along too slowly and I was mostly bored until I finally asked myself why I was forcing myself to read on. Nope, no, also not for me.
I liked a few of the ideas, like those bird-people, but they still couldn’t keep me interested enough to continue.
Pawn of Prophecy by David Eddings
Long ago, the Storyteller claimed, in this first book of THE BELGARIAD, the evil god Torak drove men and Gods to war. But Belgarath the Sorcerer led men to reclaim the Orb that protected men of the West. So long as it lay at Riva, the prophecy went, men would be safe.
But Garion did not believe in such stories. Brought up on a quiet farm by his Aunt Pol, how could he know that the Apostate planned to wake dread Torak, or that he would be led on a quest of unparalleled magic and danger by those he loved–but did not know…?
I probably would have liked it when I was about 10-12 years old. That would have been just my kind of book. But unfortunately I was too old and read too much Fantasy already to enjoy it. I don’t generally hate all Fantasy clichees – I think you can’t avoid using a few of them. But this book just had too many and didn’t try to invent new stuff. We have a farmer’s boy with mysterious past, who is not who he thinks he is, prophecies galore, a mysterious old man with pointy hat and beard and the traditional fighter companions. No surprises here, too boring for my liking and more for kids than for adults who don’t want to read about the boy who saves the world.
Das Buch von Wolfgang & Heike Hohlbein
I won’t even bother giving a description. This is a German book and one of the weirdest I ever read. For those of you not German – Wolfgang Hohlbein is one of the most famous Fantasy authors in Germany. He’s writing an awful lot, or was.. I don’t know any more, but there have always been discussions about the quality of his books.
I am definitely not a fan. This book (Which is called “The Book” haha..) is about an archive or a library that contains books about every person and their whole lives. Some meanies broke into this library and are now changing those books. Therefore the present changes as well. All the time. The main character is a young girl who somehow has to stop this from happening and restore the past. But I didn’t even know because the book consists of tons of different scenes that don’t make sense and seem to be thrown together randomly. Even the main character is constantly changing, as the past is being changed. Apart from that I couldn’t find a real storyline and didn’t know much about the main character. It just confused me so I didn’t even bother finishing. What I heard from people who finished it, is “IT ALL MAKES SENSE IN THE END!”. Yeah, nice.. That doesn’t do it for me, if the 700 pages before that are rubbish.