war for the oaks

I bought some books the other day, one of which was Emma Bull's War for the Oaks. I have a sort of uneasy relationship with urban fantasy as a genre. Part of me really wants to like it and love it, but often it feels so twee and full of violet eyed vampire dragon pixie hybrids to the point of absurdity. I wasn't sure I really wanted to be reading a book that involve faerie and a rock band but I picked it up anyway.

Well, it really hammered my prejudices about novels with bright eyed magical beings and rock bands and urban fantasy. The writing was amazing, vivid and forceful. I read this book in four hours today, carrying it from lunch to the shower to the sofa. I only put it down to wash my hair.

In other news, I forgot to obtain caffeine while grocery shopping. I did buy gelato though.