If I’d read this book at any other time I probably wouldn’t
have rated it quite so highly, but Urban Shaman gave me my
reading mojo back (I inhaled it in a matter of hours at the start of a day off)
and so it gets a thumbs up from me.
When police force mechanic Joanne Walker spots a damsel in
distress from her aeroplane seat (yeah, I know, stay with me) she feels
compelled to track her down and help. Enlisting the aid of an ageing cabbie on
landing, she soon finds herself confronting her Celtic and Native American
heritage (and real name of Siobhan Walkingstick) and newly awakened shaman
powers (yeah, I know, shut up). Which is handy, as it turns out some Celtic deities have
decided that they’re relocating to Seattle.
While the writing wasn’t always spectacular, I liked the
sarcasm on display from most of our characters at the situations they were
finding themselves in (Gary the elderly cabbie was a particular favourite) as
well as the characterisation of the deities, even if I didn’t always enjoy the
way some of the magic scenes – with vague metaphors of fixing cars – were handled
(these were especially vague to me as I know nothing about cars and have no
wish to rectify this). That said, I did appreciate that Joanne’s
magic skills were all about healing, rather than the killing skills the
heroines of these types of book usually develop, and found it a refreshing change
that I hadn’t been aware I’d wanted from this genre.
I won’t be adding the rest of the series to the top of my
to-read pile just yet, but they’re definitely in there somewhere, ready for the next
time I need some brain candy.
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