#kendermore

I didn't even notice that this is my third kender-centric Dragonlance review in a row until I sat down to start writing. Now I've got a dilemma about my next book.

This is almost certainly a book that never happened. Either that or there's some serious dimension-hopping shenanigans in one of the minor character's family tree. But then you'd have to explain why everyone knows what an orc is well enough to make snide comments about a half-orc's face in a world where the only orc in history was that half orc's mother.

But that doesn't bother me too much.

And neither does the whole 'Tasslehoff doesn't understand that pre-cataclysm maps aren't reliable anymore' plot point being recycled and honestly making him look like an absolute idiot for making the same mistake again when Chronicles roles around.

And the whole bit where Tasslehoff loses his unwanted fiance to his own uncle isn't too bad I guess. Even though his uncle technically already had a wife.

And I'm not that offended that the only protagonist shaped creature to die is the dwarven woman who enjoys sex. Even though her death is suspiciously linked to her sex drive.

But the sum isn't really all that much more than its parts here. It's just a pile of silly recycled jokes and plots. It's not bad as such. I finished it easily enough. But I doubt I'll read it again, or remember it much at all past the end of this week.