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I'm two-thirds of the way through the book. Finished it this afternoon while holding my horse on grass and waiting for the weather to cool off. It went pretty well. Dopamine hits the whole way through. Our hero failed to inform his team (students at Ranger School are assembled into teams consisting of six people each, with whom they live and compete and are graded on teamwork projects each quarter) of some fairly important and contentious information which becomes apparent during a bear attack that happens during the second quarter (summer) Team Project Graded Exercise.
Oops. Lasgol, I understand your reasons for not wanting to disclose, but dude, you gotta know that when you're at Ranger School as el hijo del traidor the standards for disclosure are a bit higher for you than for normal students. It isn't fair, but wow, buddy, you blew it for realsies here.
Thus far we've... gotten accepted to Ranger School, survived a murder attempt, hatched an egg of some kind to discover a quadruped... reptile thing that doesn't eat meat and is sorta-telepathic with our hero, and demonstrated reasonable problem-solving skills and the ability to make friends. And, I guess, lose them. And there were quarterly exams and ANOTHER murder attempt and an attempted (but foiled!) assassination attempt against the king and there was ... evil mage puppeteering and the clearing of his father's name and all six of our team get to go to Year 2 with some deficiencies that need to be rectified in their skillsets. Evil Mage in the North is rousing his troops, King (not dead) is mounting an offensive in the spring, etc. There's a shit-ton of goings-on in this book which does keep it pretty motivating even when I'm lost in the grammar.
I've KU'd the second book. Is it literature? No. Is it genre pulp aimed at twelve year olds? Yes, indeedy. But also this makes it very readable for folks struggling with the preterite imperfect and shit. So, yeah. I am not proud.
It is also the season of the year where I have to put the salt in the fridge or it doesn't come out of the shaker. *sigh*
Oops. Lasgol, I understand your reasons for not wanting to disclose, but dude, you gotta know that when you're at Ranger School as el hijo del traidor the standards for disclosure are a bit higher for you than for normal students. It isn't fair, but wow, buddy, you blew it for realsies here.
Thus far we've... gotten accepted to Ranger School, survived a murder attempt, hatched an egg of some kind to discover a quadruped... reptile thing that doesn't eat meat and is sorta-telepathic with our hero, and demonstrated reasonable problem-solving skills and the ability to make friends. And, I guess, lose them. And there were quarterly exams and ANOTHER murder attempt and an attempted (but foiled!) assassination attempt against the king and there was ... evil mage puppeteering and the clearing of his father's name and all six of our team get to go to Year 2 with some deficiencies that need to be rectified in their skillsets. Evil Mage in the North is rousing his troops, King (not dead) is mounting an offensive in the spring, etc. There's a shit-ton of goings-on in this book which does keep it pretty motivating even when I'm lost in the grammar.
I've KU'd the second book. Is it literature? No. Is it genre pulp aimed at twelve year olds? Yes, indeedy. But also this makes it very readable for folks struggling with the preterite imperfect and shit. So, yeah. I am not proud.
It is also the season of the year where I have to put the salt in the fridge or it doesn't come out of the shaker. *sigh*
