Read at last the (disappointing) last tome of Christelle Dabos’ The Mirror Visitor, The Storm of Echoes, as I find the unravelling of the story unbearably slow and poorly constructed, contrasting with the earlier volumes where the universe building was central to the appeal of the series. Here it is collapsing, literally and figuratively. Without risking spoilers, I can only point out to the vagueness of the endless hesitations of the central character between multiverses. One volume too many imho! Also read a series of two novella, Our Lady of Endless Worlds, by Lina Rather, a very light story of a Catholic nun convent travelling on a spaceship. Nothing as enticing as Becky Chambers’ Wayfarers, but enjoyable as train read! At last, went through Murder as a Fine Art, by David Morell, which botches a poor murder enquiry out of the true story behing De Quincey’s essay, featuring the writer and his daughter in a lukewarm pot of wikipediesque infodump and anachronous attitudes. (Could you imagine Victorian strangers discussing the average waist sizes of men and women?!)
Watched the third season of the Witcher, which is also the last season with Henry Cavill. This short season felt sluggish and soapy, although somehow in tune with the book(s). It seemed as if the characters had lost some of their ambiguity, esp. Yennyfer, and hence of their appeal. The final show still had some appeal thanks to its time loop construction. I also had a look at the prequel, Blood Origin, which proved a mistake, as it is terrible (apart from the Icelandic landscapes!).
