Cannonball Read IV: Matchless by Gregory Maguire
I didn’t grow up celebrating Christmas. And while I’ve gotten into the holiday spirit by learning carols and the appropriate pop tunes, there are certain stories, like “The Little Match Girl”, that just never made it into my life in any meaningful way. So perhaps Matchless and I were never meant to get along.
I’m developing an interesting sort of relationship to Gregory Maguire’s work. Wicked is one of my all-time favorites, a read-it-every-couple-of-years classic. I quite enjoyed Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, as well as Mirror, Mirror, and Lost is totally bizarre and meandering but still has enough of that Maguire je ne sais quoi to make it a good, compelling read. On the flip side, the Wicked sequels (Son of a Witch and A Lion Among Men) were terribly disappointing - though I’m holding out hope that Out of Oz - on my list for this year - will be good.
Maguire’s like a boyfriend who flew me to Paris for a whirlwind, once-in-a-lifetime weekend, and then bought me a few crepes… and now just blows cigarette smoke in my face. It’s hard not to pick up the phone when he calls… what if he wants to go back to Paris?
I didn’t like this book. One star for the illustrations.
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