More Blatant Self-Promotion

Got such a wonderful review for Ivory Apples that I'm almost embarrassed to post it.  (Not enough to keep me from doing so, though.) It's from Paul Di Filippo at Asimov's:

"...an odyssey whose every spiral is unexpected yet perfectly right for the tale. There’s running away from home and time spent on the streets. There’s sorcerous entrapment and a private eye. There’s sisterly love and hate. The tug of duty versus art and freedom.  Goldstein packs a host of vital and important themes into this book while never skimping on character development, fantastical oddness and beauty, mimetic clarity, nor gripping events. The book has quiet moments and frantic ones, comic and tearful ones, quotidian and cosmic ones. Goldstein never once sets her foot wrong.

"IVORY APPLES might be thought of as a hybrid of Gilliam’s The Fisher King, L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time, and Mirrlees’ Lud-in-the-Mist, or some mashup of George MacDonald, Lord Dunsany, and Tim Powers. It should win all sorts of awards and achieve instant classic status. Unless, of course, the world proves rather too full of Ms. Burdens and woefully short of Ivy Quinns."