presume the YA novels feature fewer castrations and/or posthumous narrators than the adult ones.
Springer's adult output is too dark for me, but I read her early YA fantasies to pieces when I was a teenager. The White Hart, The Silver Sun, and especially The Sable Moon are excellent Celtic-themed fantasy, written before everyone and her dog was writing Celtic fantasy. They appear to be out-of-print, but I can't imagine they would be too difficult to find used.
Springer has a current series about "Rowan Hood", daughter of Robin Hood; I've only read the first, which is adequate but unmemorable. (I have yet to read a good girly-centric treatment of Robin Hood; even McKinley's Outlaws of Sherwood fell flat.)
I'm not the person who recommended Rachel Caine's Ill Wind on Usenet, but I did read it all in one sitting. It's sloppy incoherent wish-fulfillment crap, but it sucked me in. Caine might write genuinely addictive power fantasies someday if she can just find an editor willing to smack some discipline and structure into her, and a fact-checker to kick her while she's down. (I was not geographically compatible with this book, which is to say, I knew enough to be annoyed when the heroine is driving all over Pennsylvania and Connecticut on interstates that don't go where the author thinks they do. Also, Princeton doesn't have frat houses.)
I'm glad to hear there will be a sequel to The Apocalypse Door.
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presume the YA novels feature fewer castrations and/or posthumous narrators than the adult ones.
Springer's adult output is too dark for me, but I read her early YA fantasies to pieces when I was a teenager. The White Hart, The Silver Sun, and especially The Sable Moon are excellent Celtic-themed fantasy, written before everyone and her dog was writing Celtic fantasy. They appear to be out-of-print, but I can't imagine they would be too difficult to find used.
Springer has a current series about "Rowan Hood", daughter of Robin Hood; I've only read the first, which is adequate but unmemorable. (I have yet to read a good girly-centric treatment of Robin Hood; even McKinley's Outlaws of Sherwood fell flat.)
I'm not the person who recommended Rachel Caine's Ill Wind on Usenet, but I did read it all in one sitting. It's sloppy incoherent wish-fulfillment crap, but it sucked me in. Caine might write genuinely addictive power fantasies someday if she can just find an editor willing to smack some discipline and structure into her, and a fact-checker to kick her while she's down. (I was not geographically compatible with this book, which is to say, I knew enough to be annoyed when the heroine is driving all over Pennsylvania and Connecticut on interstates that don't go where the author thinks they do. Also, Princeton doesn't have frat houses.)
I'm glad to hear there will be a sequel to The Apocalypse Door.