Read this faster than I'd prefer, but the oppressive nature of library due dates insisted lest I have to return it and wait again. It has nothing to do with the compulsive need to reserve every book I want to read exactly when the thought enters my mind.

Anyway, Kelly Link is a magician, amongst other things. Her prose feels like I've been enveloped in a thick mist as my consciousness pulls ever so slightly away from my body and I slump over from the weight of ordinary existence while a bird song seeps into my ears like honey from a comb. I'll always recommend one of her books and it will inevitably end up on my shelf of personal favorites.