And this - this merry-go-round of the same recommendations - it started to bother me. It’s not because the books are rubbish; obviously they’re not. But they’re known. Fantasy is saturated by them. And their voices, excluding le Guin, are all quite similar. I realised I’d become a bit trapped by their influence, and I realised I wanted something new. My partner was one step ahead of me and she ordered a selection of books written in the last couple of years by female authors. We’ve read two of these (three if you count one as a two-book series) so far and, my goodness me, we devoured them. It’s so invigorating reading stories with current beliefs and attitudes, not to mention technological references.
