So you know that feeling when you've read so many YA novels with love triangles in them that you just, 'Meh, I like this other guy, but this guy is obviously the one the main character will pick'?
I'm having that sort of moment with Gail Carriger's
Manners & Mutiny. AND don't get me wrong, I agree that Soap is a better choice for Sophronia. He might not be a peer of the realm or anything like that, but he's a gentleman all the same. He respects her as a person. He understands her quirks. And I'm actually tickled pink that Gail Carriger has a black leading man. In Victorian-era London! I've been telling myself all this and more, but I still can't let go of Felix Mersey. Because he's pretty. And witty. And reminds me of Draco Malfoy.
I was thinking about this, and I realised that Rainbow Rowell (Ha! Did you see that coming from a mile off? Of course you did. I've been singing praises to this author for a long time now) turned the love triangle trope upside down by having the girl go, 'Fuck this, I'm out' and having a life she CHOSE of and on her own. Leaving behind the guy who's interesting but bad news for her and the guy who's slightly less interesting but obviously good for her (he's not) behind.
And then bad news guy and good-for-you guy end up together, confusing everyone.
*In other news, Lani gave me a copy of
The Song of Achilles, which they'd been raving about for a while now. I haven't read a single Mary Renault book (so hard to catch a copy in the shops, and they're not cheap either), but Lani swears Madeline Miller kinda writes like her. And I'm more than halfway finished. Enough that Thetis is going, 'The best of the Myrmidons will die before two more years have passed.' Achilles assumes this meant him, but Thetis says the prophecy says he's still alive at this point.
And I was reading this in a diner, right, thinking more about breakfast than vague Greek prophesies when I realised that they were almost eight years into the Trojan War already and the time was nearing when Achilles has to die. But before that, Patroclus has to meet Hector in the battlefield first. So I gasped and felt bad, and I've been told it sort of ends well, but. Still.
Remember the time my English lit professor scolded me and went on and on about how ancient Greeks were a 'homosocial society' because I dared say Achilles and Patroclus were lovers? Yeah.