I find myself in an odd circumstance: I'm reading three books at once. Many people do this but not me.
Firebirds Rising is delivering a solid crash and burn. It's not bad. It's no where near as captivating as Firebirds, and Firebirds Soaring. (Perhaps it's that middle book syndrome; didn't know it applied to anthologies.) I'm halfway through and while everything has been solid, nothing has been particularly special.
I'm also at the halfway point in Guy Gavriel Kay's Sailing to Sarantium. It's everything I've come to expect from Kay: vast, expansive, well executed and a gridlocked sense of control concerning pacing. This isn't a bad thing either, but Sailing to Sarantium is a big book and as much as I'm enjoying it. it's hard to feel like I'm making progress.
In a further effort to pick up something that takes off and doesn't stop the library notified me that my hold for Clockwork Prince by Cassandra Clare was ready. A day later I'm a hundred pages in and if nothing else Clare has a serious choke hold on forward motion. And that is a very good thing.
I'd much rather find one book start, and finish it. I don't like the juggling act, but I'm trying to make it work. I look forward to finishing Kay. It's odd considering how much I liked the first and third Firebird installments but Firebirds Rising has got me a bit anxious.