I stumbled upon the brilliance of Dorothy Dunnett in the middle of the pandemic. I had never heard of her before. Neither had I heard the name ‘Lymond’, and when someone mentioned Scotland, I thought of Nessie and Walter Scott, but mostly of Hogwarts. As a child of the 1990s, I grew up with stories„DISCOVERING DOROTHY DUNNETT“ weiterlesen
And so it begins, and so once again Dear Dorothy has proven me wrong. Remember what I, in blissful ignorance have claimed after reading the prequel: that this series was great, but could never be as breathtaking and extraordinary as the Lymond Chronicles. I take it back. It can be as good, and this installment is as good: this is another testament to my favourite author’s brilliance.
This is the best book ever written.
It’s the best book I have ever, and will ever, read. I know that in my heart.
It makes me want to turn to all of my five star reads and give them four or even three stars, for this is just unparalleled and incomparable.
It made me cry. It broke my heart and mended it again ten times in every chapter.
If you want a mystery, I recommend you to read this.
If you want an adventure, I recommend you to read this.
If you want a romance, I recommend you to read this.
If you want a book, I recommend you to read this.
I’ve never been so ashamed in my entire life, but I’m giving only four stars to one of Dorothy Dunnett’s books. The universe, I guess, is about to collapse because doing this is something I’d never thought possible. But this is my opinion: it is still an excellent book, but it is clearly the weakest in the series so far, and while the character work and prose are as brilliant as always, the plot failed to capture me completely.
To say that Dorothy Dunnett’s writing is in a league of its own would be a huge understatement, because it’s far better than that. It’s basically a sport of its own, played after rules no one else can ever understand, played with such excellence and brilliance that no one else ever dares to pick up the ball and give it a try. ‚Queen’s Play‘ is once again an embodiment of perfection, a book without a fault and an unparalleled piece of art.
To all the books I’ve loved before: I’m sorry. Really. But it’s over. We’re done. We just can’t see each other any more. It’s not because of you, honestly. It’s because of me. Because I’ve read something else, something special, and I just can’t forget it anymore. Never. I’ll never stop loving you, but it’s just not the same. I’m really, really sorry, but we’re done. I’ll never forget you, but Dorothy Dunnett’s „A Game of Kings“ is just perfect. We can still stay friends, though.
Oh, you were waiting for a review for „Pawn in Frankincense“? Ask me any time, I could gush about it all day. So here it comes.