"I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil." The other pages snorted.A few nights ago I was talking to my fiance about how I wanted to start a book blog, maybe one in the same vein as BSC Revisited, but wasn't sure what series I would write about. Then I remembered that I still own pretty much every Tamora Pierce book published, and that I read Lioness Rampant so many times as a child that it started to fall to pieces.
Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I hadn't wanted to bring it up."
"We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an am around her shoulders. "It reminds us of spring."
And so: Welcome to Song of the Daffodil, a Tamora Pierce snark/review/nostalgia blog. (Snarevstalgia? Let's make that a word.)
I plan to review the books in more or less chronological order, starting with Alanna: the First Adventure and going through The Immortals, Protector of the Small, and the Emelan books. I also plan to include a short summary of the books as I remember them prior to the reviews proper, and am sure than my fond memories of them as the Best. Books. Ever. are about to take a fearful beating (though I think Neal is still pretty ballin').
(Ballin' is good, right? I am not up on the hip kid slang, these days.)
