
Book #192 of 2019:
Sunshine by Robin McKinley
This urban fantasy novel feels severely underbaked, like a first draft that was rushed to publication without any editor’s notes. The worldbuilding is vague, and the few details that we get generally arrive via infodump right when they become relevant, rather than threading organically throughout the text. The villain is even more of a cipher, and there are plenty of dangling plot issues that could be justified for the start of a series but are just frustrating in a standalone volume like this.
I’m also pretty confused about the heroine’s love life, which is a fairly central part of the narrative. She has a serious human boyfriend already, and she soon develops an intense relationship with a vampire that generates no discussion on anyone’s part about jealousy or fidelity or guilt or open arrangements. If the overall work were stronger I might suspect some sort of radical statement in this, but given the messiness of everything else it mostly comes across as an oversight instead. And although the book predates Twilight by a couple of years, it shares with that franchise the romanticizing of unhealthy behaviors like secretly watching a prospective partner while they sleep and manfully repressing the desire to attack them.
There’s sporadic potential to the story that could have been polished into something better, but I can’t say that I’ve enjoyed it as a finished product.
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