~SPOILERS ABOUT A BOOK PUBLISHED IN 1976 BELOW ~ 😁
The Falcon and the Moon is a tragedy. I’m not a fan of tragedies, generally. It reminded me of a Thomas Hardy novel, if there were witches, which means, it’s fairly well written, I wanted more witch stuff, and it was ultimately oddly unsatisfying and tedious. There’s a lot of toil and grief and very few happy moments or excitement to make any of it seem worth it. Dramatic things happen, too many to be believed, but from our cover “heroine” Leah’s perspective of calmly covering them up, they’re oddly boring events. You don’t like anyone very much and nothing good happens to anyone you do like.
In the end, the Falcons are too fertile for their own good and I was left worrying that the next generation will be even more inbred, as some of the new baby cousins are secretly siblings as well.
It’s part of a saga series, book 7, so I suppose, perhaps, the final generation of Falcons will reap some reward for the endless suffering of their forebearers. I randomly read books 1, 2 and 4 as a teenager, and I enjoyed the first book a lot! But, I enjoyed this one too, actually? I’m very confusing. I really enjoy most gothics, even the ones that I don’t fall in love with. It was a bit of cozy after all.
Originally published July and August 2020
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