Review: Chalice, by Robin McKinley
I keep saying I’m going to try to save Robin’s books for when I really need them. I meant to do that with Chalice, but seriously, after she put the first couple scenes on her blog, I couldn’t get it out of my head. I had to know what happened next. And I already knew it was a Beauty and the Beast type story, which I’m an absolute sucker for — especially when Robin’s behind the keyboard — and so I gave in.
It’s rare for a novel to cause me to lose sleep. (One that isn’t my own, anyway.) I lost two nights of sleep thanks to Chalice and making the mistake of reading before bed. Robin’s style forces me to slow down and read very carefully, but even so, I tried to read faster in order to get to the end…so I could know what happens and I wouldn’t have to snipe at people every time they distracted me from the book.
Loved Mirasol. Loved the Master. Even loved the Grand Seneschal. Loved the bees.
Craved honey the entire time.
It’s a quiet story on the surface, deeper than it looks. It’s marketed as a YA; I can see why they made that choice, based on the subject, but it doesn’t feel like YA in its themes and symbolism: duty above self, trust, overcoming assumptions about appearances; burning and sweetness, harm and healing, dutiful politeness and real admiration.
True love.
How much did I love this book? I think it wins all my booklove for books recently read. It made my heart go pitter-patter.