Cold Fire, by Tamora Pierce
This is a very clever and surprising book. There is danger and sadness and betrayal all mixed together. The plot is exciting and gives a fast paced read. It is difficult to grow up a normal child, let alone a child with an extraordinary gift that can cause her to be singled out and shunned. Usually this would apply to Tris more, but in Cold Fire we see that it happens to Daja as well. Fire is a smith’s friend, and Daja usually treats it pretty casually. But most people are not used to seeing a young girl holding fire, or walking through a burning building and coming out unscathed. I don’t quite understand why the common people in the novel react so strongly to such magic: magic surrounds them daily as well as mages. One more incredible thing should almost seem commonplace. Some people have talents in different places: why are they so frightened? I’d think that people in the real world would be more frightened than the people in Daja’s world by such a display of magic, but it seems that is not the case. But human nature being what it is, maybe it should not be so surprising.
I find it quite amusing how Frostpine hates the cold. There is a wonderful conversation in which Daja explains why he took the name Frostpine when he hates the cold that much. Apparently he liked the way Frostpine sounded, and thought it would be a pretty tree, not considering how cold ‘cold’ really was. It is the little bits of cleverness in Pierce’s writing that makes me keep coming back to read and reread her books. The writing is as lively as the characters, and just as comforting. For some reason when I read her books I think of Christmas time and fresh baked cookies. Maybe it is that feel of excitement that both events bring to me: I get that feel when I read her books. And sometimes that is exactly what I need.