Winter Rose

A hypnotic read from McKillip. Here you have her usual beautiful and lyrical writing, in a more abstract story than usual, a slow burner that often feels strangely distant. It will probably be too elusive for most (honestly, it kind of was for me), and definitely too repetitive, but there's still the classic McKillip charm here.

There's something about most of the books by Patricia McKillip that I've read is they somehow make me sloooow dooown, and deestreeesss. This one does start to stretch my limit of putting up with confusing plot when the boundaries start to thin but not enough to kill the joy.

Not one of my favorites of hers but it's one I'll reread in several years when I've forgotten most of the plot.