BOOK & BLOG
|July 23, 2007
Book of The Week: Light My Fire by Katie MacAlister
Katie MacAlister is frustrating. There, Ive said it. I love her books, and I call her frustrating for two reasons: she doesnt travel (so I havent gotten to meet her), and she spells her last name with one l so I have a harder time than usual looking her up on Amazon. Those are my only two issues with Katie MacAlister.
I havent read everything shes ever written, but darn near. The Aisling Gray series is my favorite. Aisling has a life as complicated as my Sookies, and she gets a lot more sex. The Aisling Gray books are about a young woman who starts out as a courier if Im remembering the first book correctly and ends up discovering her true magical nature on a trip to the continent. She also becomes the mate of a dragon, the head of the Wyvern sept. But the course of true love certainly doesnt run smooth for Aisling, and she and Drake have issues as deep as the ocean is wide. In the third installment of the series, LIGHT MY FIRE, a few of these issues are resolved, but new ones arise . . . of course.
MacAlisters charm pervades the book. Aisling makes mistakes, blunders into terrible situations, and raises havoc with the best of intentions and motivations. She is brave, good, and loving, but shes also something of a Calamity Jane. By the end of the first three books shes acquired a position in the demon world in addition to an actual demon, shes got a guardian cab driver, and she is probably going to be the next ruler of Europes underground magical kingdom. Plus, she might be pregnant.
If you havent tried anything of MacAlisters, go to your local bookstore and start anywhere. Shes fun, shes entertaining, and shes a good writer. You really cant go wrong.
Ive been thinking about gifts lately. I never expect presents from people and Im being honest about this but readers are kind enough to give me small things when Im on the road. Most readers are practical enough to select things I can pack, things that wont melt (!), things that mean something to that reader. If I were a very disciplined woman, Id get the name and address of every single gift-giver and writer him/her a personal thank-you note. But Im not sharp enough to do that. The moment seems to pass so quickly, and there I am, the recipient of a present for which I have only offered a verbal thanks.
I didnt feel that guilty until Romantic Times. The group of Charlatans that attended that convention gave me some fun and wonderful things, from rubber ducks to a beautiful pendant to a framed picture to a notepad to . . . well, you get the idea. And I never wrote a single note. In San Francisco a reader gave me a model cable car filled with chocolate. Ive received a wonderful picture of me and MaryJanice Davidson laughing together, and the original drawing for the Charlatans logo. One young man in Richmond brought me the most wonderful little piece of artwork hed gotten in England. Handmade bud vases, bookmarks . . . the list goes on and on.
This is the big Thank You, people. Ill try to do better about individual thanks, but I just wanted you all to know that these are not things I toss aside, but things I keep and treasure.
After Romantic Times I had another standard to live up to. MaryJanice, that most entertaining writer, has a great relationship with her devoted readers. She gives THEM presents. I am completely put in the shade by MJDs generosity and graciousness. I dont think Ill ever measure up.
Let me just add this further footnote; I think the presence of readers at a signing is a gift in and of itself. Thats a present I dont have to find room for in my luggage.
Thanks, all of you, for that gift. And for those who cant come to the signings, thanks for buying my books. For those who email, I appreciate the fact that you took the time to tell me you enjoy my writing. It means a lot to me, and gives a boost to my spirits.
© 2009 Charlaine Harris