Author: Catherynne M. Valente
Title: In the Cities of Coin and Spice
Series: The Orphan’s Tales
Rating: 4.5 stars
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Now, tossing aside those minor complaints! Even though I wasn’t sure what was going on sometimes, I still found the stories lovely to read(pg 385). Once again, I was immediately enthralled. I read every word carefully and though I felt no need to rush through the book, I didn’t want to stop reading. I find the book like a warm blanket, I love to just snuggle into the layers of the story. Again, the prose is rich rich rich, like chocolate melting in your mouth (one can’t help but want to create metaphors after reading Valente! Even if they are pitiful metaphors, especially by comparison :P).
I did jot down a handful of sentences that really struck me. So much of Valente’s prose stands out on its own, but these pieces really made me pause and think (usually ‘That’s so beautifully sad!’ That’s the kind of thing that catches my eye, haha). Here they are!
In the city of Lament, there was a moth with gray wings like blown ash, and he drank the tears from the eye of a sleeping ptarmigan. The tears were rosy and thin, like a girl’s perfume. [pg. 224 – this is an entire page about moths drinking tears. It is lovely.]
…and their hearts toll like bells when a wish not in their books is uttered. [pg. 272]
…the wings woven of horsehair and rose petals for the mask-maker’s son who wanted to see what Ajanabh looked like from above – these he would hdie form his father under the floor, hide them for so long they would turn to dust and brown petals beneath a green carpet. [pg. 390]
Other passages of the story I particularly liked (staying general to avoid spoilers) are the story of the fish who thinks she turned into a dragon (I laughed out loud, the story is not what you expect in more ways than one!), Dinarazad’s development (I ‘awwwed’ at page 377), and the sirens’ realization.
I’m not really sure what to add. How is this volume different from the first? I think these stories were a little darker, a little more solemn, a little less magical. There’s nothing wrong with that – I just prefer the type of stories in the first volume. It’s probably a good thing this volume wasn’t a duplicate of the first! That would have been very tiring, indeed.