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I Capture the Castle
Sep. 8th, 2008 01:27 amThis weekend I’ve been criss-crossing southern Illinois, which actually is what Indiana is reputed to be: a flat wasteland of corn and McDonalds, without so much as a single Starbucks to soften the drive. No hills or trees either—not even any cows. But there was a river called Kaskaskia, which did brighten things up marginally.
When I wasn’t driving I read I Capture the Castle, which I enjoyed. It’s sprightly and bright and the prose runs like water; the narrator, Cassandra, has a bright and distinctive voice, well-educated and original but not out of keeping for a seventeen-year-old. The descriptions are beautiful, the pacing excellent, and the characters well-drawn.
One caveat: ( Spoilers )
I really did enjoy the book, despite having spent three paragraphs flagellating it. I want to live in Cassandra’s castle—a really castle!—I wish there had been a blueprint for it in the book.
When I wasn’t driving I read I Capture the Castle, which I enjoyed. It’s sprightly and bright and the prose runs like water; the narrator, Cassandra, has a bright and distinctive voice, well-educated and original but not out of keeping for a seventeen-year-old. The descriptions are beautiful, the pacing excellent, and the characters well-drawn.
One caveat: ( Spoilers )
I really did enjoy the book, despite having spent three paragraphs flagellating it. I want to live in Cassandra’s castle—a really castle!—I wish there had been a blueprint for it in the book.
