In the meantime, there’s plenty of groundwork to be laid for future plot and emotions, which could profitably have been pruned back without affecting the work they’re doing for the story. Triss takes quite some time sorting out what I knew from the jump (cause title), and only after that do the true adventures begin.
Like A Face Like Glass, Cuckoo Song is a little slow to start. She knows that Pen hates and resents her, and she knows that she is desperately, unceasingly hungry. But for the life of her she can’t remember the event that her parents say has made her ill, falling in the gammer nearby and having to crawl out of it again. With some effort, she’s able to recall her parents, father and mother, and her angry, rebellious sister Pen. Triss wakes up one day scrambling to recover her memories. (British authors and cuckoos, have you noticed? They can’t resist them! The cuckoo has infilitrated the British subconscious and hatched its eggs there.)
But Cuckoo Song looked more my speed from the word go, a story about Britain in World War I, about sisters, and about a changeling. A Face Like Glass started slow and continued very strange before getting abruptly very exciting towards the end. My first experiment with Ana’s beloved Frances Hardinge was a mixed bag. Note: I received an e-galley of this book from the publisher for review consideration.
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