I spotted this review on Michele Lee and the Road to Print.
I’m reluctant to say that Cerbo en Vitra ujo by Mary Robinette Kowal is my favorite story. I think perhaps to know for sure I’d had to read it again and I’m not planning to do that anytime soon. Cerbo sunk its scalpels into me and drug me along for a ride. I had a good idea close to the beginning where it was headed. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t take me there like a double mocha moolatte smothered in smooth chocolate. Oh yes, I slid right through Cerbo, landing at the end wrapped in goo and trepidation. And did I mention the author lives in Iceland?
It’s a funny world where one is pleased that a reader doesn’t want to read one’s story again.
