I finished the last of the Sevenwaters books that has been published. No idea if there will be any more: you’d have to ask Juliet Marillier on that one.
I will admit that Seer of Sevenwaters was much better than Heir to Sevenwaters, but no book has been as good as the first two. I know it’s hard, when you set the bar so high, to constantly hit it. And I rue the fact that, in my opinion, the books have not made that bar consistently. I was talking with someone the other day who I found out from a random conversation–
Her: What are the popular names now a days?
Me: *naming some with her input* and Finn, short for Finnegan.
Her: I read a book where there was a character named Finbar.
Me: Me too!
– yes, it totally was the Sevenwaters Trilogy. She hadn’t read the stand alone books. I told her I had, but had no idea why, that they weren’t as good as the first two in the series. But alas, I fell compelled, once I have started and invested so much, that I have to read all of them, even if I stop caring about the characters, as with what happened with me and the Sevenwaters books. I grew restless. I grew bored. And I stopped caring.
I did enjoy the discussion of runes in the book, however, as I got some runes for Christmas, so it was neat seeing others use them in the way they are meant to be used instead of me trying to figure out what they say. (They seem to think a love in my life is imminent.)
I really need to stop reading books just because I’ve read the rest, especially if they seem to be missing the bar with each subsequent book. I guess I’m just masochistic…
