I puppysat goofy Cooper and his brothers last night. In between epic backyard play sessions and couch snuggles, they saw me into the homestretch with A SONG FOR ARBONNE. While I still like it, this reread has really hammered home Kay‘s failure to achieve his trademark balance between the personal and the political with this one. The plot feels a lot more important than the characters. Not a BAD thing, but also not really MY thing.