So, I read Robin McKinley’s Sunshine this week (part of my coordinated attack on the TBR pile). I put it back on the shelf and thought about it. Did I like it? Did I not? I’m still not sure.
It’s about a young woman who works in a coffee shop. Her job is to get up at four in the morning and make cinnamon rolls, and then to spend the greater part of the day baking other goodies while an assortment of friends and relatives mill around the shop. She’s kidnapped by vampires one warm summer evening. Hijinks ensue.
Here’s the thing: I didn’t give a rodent’s posterior about anything that was happening with the vampires. The people in the coffee shop were fascinating; I want to know more about them. Sunshine’s magic unfolding — there were passages there that reminded me of Practical Magic in their understated beauty.
The vampires? Yawn.
This is possibly not the ideal reaction to a vampire novel.