Well. I am unsure what possessed me to give the fourth book four stars--I must have been in a really good and indulgent mood the day I finished it. I'm going to go and fix that as soon as I finish this. I'm pretty sure I gave the first three books more stars than they deserved too, but that can be put down to my high school naiveté when it came to quality writing.
I'm coming off harsh, aren't I? Perhaps it was reading this too soon after the fourth book that put me over the edge. I somehow managed to tolerate The Fire Eternal, reminding myself that it is junior fiction and had I read it when I was ten I'm sure I'd have loved it.
Now, though? The poor writing quality that grated my nerves once in a while in the first few books actually began to physically pain me by the end of this one. I think it's because I want so badly for the books to be so good, because of the one good thing about them--the little clay dragons. They had so much potential.
I've always recognized that Chris D'Lacey can't write realistic dialogue, so that came as no surprise. The incredible thing is how incredibly ignorant he is of the true complexities of human beings--like his characters are incredibly flat. Especially the women (other than perhaps Liz, but we hardly get to see her in action in this).
I'll start with Lucy, as she was the character who most ruined The Fire Eternal and Dark Fire for me. Let's just say there are very few middle-aged male writers who can write a well-rounded, authentic and believable teenaged girl, and Chris D'Lacey is most definitely not one of them. At first I was just like, oh, he's forgotten that this is five years later and he's writing her the same way he wrote her when she was eleven (which even then her voice and behaviour were far too young for her age). But then, no, teenage Lucy is literally the most stereotypical of stereotypical wishy washy sixteen year old girl characters and it was actually exhausting to plod through her ridiculousness. If you don't understand what I mean by that, let's see: She constantly described as having her earbuds in, she complains about literally everything (like seriously you're a freaking beautiful magical girl surrounded by dragons and people who love you SHUT UP ABOUT HOW LONG THE FREAKING ROAD TRIP TO THE FREAKING MAGICAL HILL IS TAKING), she's constantly saying she's bored (how can you possibly be bored with all of this overcrazed drama happening around you), she literally does nothing useful ever except by accident, her text talk is EXACTLY what all middle-aged people seem to think teens' text talk is like, and so on and so forth... And all of her dialogue sounds like its being spoken by a five year old.
The other female character who began to bug me a lot in this book was Zanna. I realized part way into Dark Fire that Zanna is pretty much the only character whose clothing is described, and it's described often and in a way that has absolutely no relevance to the plot. Literally just a reminder of how beautiful she is, if you forgot the last five hundred times her beauty was described. It's really irritating how beautiful every character in these books is, like come on Mr. D'Lacey, have some imagination.
Speaking of imagination, can we talk about the plot? Like what is even happening in these books any more? I feel like he wrote the first book without really having the others planned out and then literally made them up as he went along. That's what it feels like when you're reading them. The introduction of the Fain way back when and the Ix in the last book was all just so random and unnecessary... and now there are far too many non-human characters who were supposed to be human but are just weird mixes of different things (case and point: Alexa, David, Lucy, Joseph Henry-Gwillan, Tam). The story is put together in a very haphazard and sloppy way and I don't know if I can handle it for another book... or two... how many are there?
This book also got surprisingly graphic--especially for a children's book--and completely unnecessarily so. I have no idea what he was thinking talking about people's innards spilling out when impaled and so forth... he got a little carried away, I'd say.
Ultimately, the thing that made me love the first book is no longer enough to make me force myself through any more of this drudgery. It's what I mentioned before as being the only good thing about these books: the Pennykettle dragons. They are the only aspect of the books that are completely flawless. They are all adorable and I love their voices and personalities and how they each have a different function and their concern for their people and each other is just beautiful and I want them. But the books are barely even about them any more, so... goodbye.
Yeah, you can argue that it's Children's Literature and therefore doesn't have to be on par with the Greats, but come on. You know there is a lot of really excellent junior fiction out there (Jerry Spinelli, L. Frank Baum, Frances Hodgson Burnett, E. Nesbit, Patricia C. Wrede, Philippa Pearce, Gregory Hughes, Neil Gaiman, Kit Pearson, Roald Dahl, freaking Jo Rowling, Angie Sage, Lisa Graff, Blue Balliett, Rick Riordan, Anne Ursu, Cornelia Funke, E. B. White, Kenneth Grahame, Lauren Oliver, and so on and so on and so on), brilliantly written, exceedingly creative and full, so I'm done with putting up with this sort of twaddle. It will not be included on my future classroom's bookshelves.
I don't think I've torn up a book this much in a review since the legendary critique of The Prince of Neither Here Nor There in 2012. To be fair to Chris D'Lacey, he's not quite down at that level (hence the two stars instead of one). It's that soft spot I have for the clay dragons. Makes me feel very conflicted.
You, of course, are free to have your own opinions on the matter. I wouldn't have an issue with my children reading this if they chose... they can discover its many flaws as they grow older just as I did.