I just finished rereading the last book in this author’s second series and I could not, for the life of me, remember a thing from when I read it back in my misspent youth. I don’t think I ever reread it, but that doesn’t seem to be an excuse. I remember books that were read to me in elementary school, for Christ’s sake.
It wasn’t even a bad book, although perhaps my younger self thought it was – I think I read it at that point I decided I was too grown-up for a lot of what the author did.
Since I remembered nothing about it, I had forgotten how violent (with an enemy being disemboweled by the protagonist) and how frankly sexual the relationship between the protagonist and her love interest/mentor was. I mean, I remember they became an item, but that was seriously it. There’s a lot of genuine sexual tension, not just pre-teen fluffy I wuv yous.
I suppose the standards in what was considered acceptable changed dramatically from the ’80s to the ’90s. And that my memory is very fallible.
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