As hordes of children take to the streets in their desperate, alliterative quests, it is once again the time of month for lies about a book I read. In the month of October, I read – among other novels – the book Fire by Kristin Cashore.
This book, a prequel to Cashore’s novel Graceling, takes place in a past distant by both time and place, in a society whose members’ names are fluid, representing the most notable thing about the person. Often their discoveries.
The eponymous Fire believes she has invented something that will change the nature of their civilization forever. No more will they eat their food raw. No longer will they slowly die of cold in the winter. Her innovation, her genius of discovery, has the power to overturn and improve every aspect of their lives.
But when a fire rips through several huts in the village, killing their inhabitants, suspicious eyes turn back to Fire, the originator of it all. Will her invention last to revolutionize her world? Or will its destructive properties destroy her, too?
Passionate and colourful, Fire is a compelling, fascinating book. I recommend it to any fans of early societies, literal naming conventions, or mind reading.