She absolutely hates the 22nd century, but there is no indication that she’s ever actually made an attempt to get the sort of “real” connection she craves and believes is impossible to forge. I just don’t have time for Do Nothing women and our lead is one of the most passive characters I’ve encountered in ages. My problem with this novel has to do mostly with the characters.
So if learning about how an ancient Icelandic farm prepared for winter (for months), or how its people occupied their time when it’s too cold to go anywhere or do anything, this book is going to be magical for you. Of course, I can’t say I know enough about the subject to be a judge of its accuracy, but I did look into the research the author did for the book and it seemed almost overwhelmingly comprehensive. You could have pulled out the characters and plot and probably still have half the book left that’s just the domestic history of the Icelandic people. I think if you’re a normal person, this is exactly the right word to describe this book. On Smart Bitches, Trashy Books, the review for this book uses the word “soothing”. They lust after each other for a few hundred pages between Dissatisfied Future Woman spending weeks making fabric and learning all the small things that get lost in history about a culture. Falls in love with a chieftain who has sworn to never touch anyone because of the curse he was born with (a big birthmark that is deemed a foul omen). Accidentally falls back in time to the Viking Age because of some weird quirk of 22nd century VR tech. Plot: Dissatisfied Future Woman craves intimacy. This book is follows a pretty well trod premise at this point, though it does it well.
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