I think the problem was that I didn't care much about the main character (Elaine Andraste) until far into the book. For much of the book, I didn't see her as having a goal or a specific problem to overcome.
volterra liked it more.
I turned the last page and said "Damn!" aloud on the airplane because the book was over and I wanted more. It's not a perfect book, but it's an absorbing one.
And I totally scored with dichroic: (papersky, she likes Farthing a heck of a lot, too.)
I don’t fall in love with new books as often as I used to; I don’t know whether I’m less easily impressed or if it’s that I’ve already read a lot of the older ones I’m likely to love by now. It’s very rare for me to fall in love with two books in a row, but that’s what’s happened this weekend.