(M49'12) Dragondrums, Anne McCaffrey

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(M49'12) Dragondrums, Anne McCaffrey

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1mirrani
Jul. 22, 2012, 9:32 am

"I find it altogether too perverse, if completely in character, for you to decide on puberty before singing Domik's latest choral work." p6
Some lines you always remember. This is, of course, directed at Piemur.

There was a bit of repetition on page 11, which I was kind of shocked to notice. I didn't remember that sort of thing as being her style.

On page 52 there's some dragon riding by the harpers. It's good to experience riding from the point of view of a non-rider. The drops and sudden leaps... We're all very used to riding in planes, for the most part, but imagine doing it in the open air. (If lower to the ground.) *shudder* Don't think I could manage.

Don't read the next section if you don't want to know who impresses a dragon at a hatching...

You've been warned.

"Come on, you two," said Sebell, as Mirrim began to encourage Path to walk out of the Hatching Ground. "We'd better see Master Robinton. This is going to cause problems." The last he said in a low voice.

"Why?" asked Piemur, making sure they weren't overheard. But everyone was filling out of the tiers by now, eager to congratulate or console. "She's weyrbred."

"Greens are fighting dragons," began Sebell.

"In that case, Mirrim's well paired, isn't she? asked Piemur with droll amusement.
p70
Some of the usual character interaction here, with a little of that humor thrown in.

OKAY YOU CAN COME READ NOW.

"There doesn't seem to be any other explanation so let us drink and be merry. It's a goo day for Pern! And I'm terribly dry," said the Masterharper as the Weyr Harper solemnly proffered a cup of wine. "Oh, thanks, Oharan. Must be the heat of the hatching ground or the excitement. I'm parched. Ahhhh." The Harper's sigh was of relief and pleasure. "A good Benden vintage . . . ah, an old one, the wine has a mellowness, a smoothness . . ." He glanced about him as his audience waited expectantly. Oharan's hand casually covered the seal of the wineskin. The Harper took another judicious sip. "Yes, indeed. I have it now. The pressing of ten Turns back, and furthermore . . ." he held up a finger," . . . it's from the northwestern slopes of upper Benden." p70-71
And of course he's absolutely right. There is much teasing about Robinton and his wine, but any reader of the Pern series knows that one. :)

Piemur might have avoided both numbweed stench and water snake puncture, but he certainly worked as hard beside Sharra, as he has that one day in Nabol Hold, a day that seemed to belong to another boy entirely, not this one that was alternately soaked and dried to parchment as they harvested the precious fruits of the swamp grass. p172
It feels like I skipped the whole book without reading or that I ignored the stuff in between. The truth is that I just got caught up in the characters and their lives, which you do with Pern. It's not necessarily an adventure thing, it's just getting caught up in another world that you can really believe in.

And I would quote something on page 189 but I don't want to give away the ending to anyone who might read for the first time... But I'll say I love the reunion scene.

And now I'm off to write a review...

3cedargrove
Okt. 6, 2012, 1:02 pm

It feels like I skipped the whole book without reading or that I ignored the stuff in between. The truth is that I just got caught up in the characters and their lives, which you do with Pern. It's not necessarily an adventure thing, it's just getting caught up in another world that you can really believe in.

I agreed that's what happens when you read the Pern books. It's part of why I like them so much. It will be interesting to see - when I finally get around to reading them - just how much of that is retained in the Todd MacCaffrey penned ones.