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.