HA! I just read this one, too! I picked it up because PRETTY FOIL TITLE (it really doesn't take much sometimes) and I do so love a "WOW, MAGIC EXISTS!?" novel - and it's even better since it was a Being Snotty and Mean kind of mistake that worked out well.
And yes: birds yelling. It's... really a thing. We sleep with the windows open as much as we can, and BOY you can tell when spring/summer really gets going, as you blearily scowl and mutter, "What the actual heck, bird?" as they start hollering about "that's my worm, come have sex with me look at my pretty feathers I have an egg where are you Bob" at O-dark-hundred. Birds are kind of a lot.
I read the WHOLE THING yesterday and am now four chapters into the sequel, soooo safe to say that it was a hit??? I suspect I'm going to be Very Very Sad when I hit the end and have to wait a year and a half for the third one.
And "birds are kind of a lot" is one of the more amazing understatements to ever be understated. They are such monsters, our little loud feathery dinosaur friends. Which is probably a big part of why we love them.
HA! I just read this one, too! I picked it up because PRETTY FOIL TITLE (it really doesn't take much sometimes) and I do so love a "WOW, MAGIC EXISTS!?" novel - and it's even better since it was a Being Snotty and Mean kind of mistake that worked out well.
And yes: birds yelling. It's... really a thing. We sleep with the windows open as much as we can, and BOY you can tell when spring/summer really gets going, as you blearily scowl and mutter, "What the actual heck, bird?" as they start hollering about "that's my worm, come have sex with me look at my pretty feathers I have an egg where are you Bob" at O-dark-hundred. Birds are kind of a lot.
I read the WHOLE THING yesterday and am now four chapters into the sequel, soooo safe to say that it was a hit??? I suspect I'm going to be Very Very Sad when I hit the end and have to wait a year and a half for the third one.
And "birds are kind of a lot" is one of the more amazing understatements to ever be understated. They are such monsters, our little loud feathery dinosaur friends. Which is probably a big part of why we love them.