I bounced off of both of these relatively early. I liked Cinder House for a while, due to its intriguing premises – the protagonist is a haunted house. Unfortunately, the house then discovers a dead body inside it and feels compelled to solve a murder mystery.
The best way to get me to read a murder mystery is the Stephen King method: write fifty excellent novels in a genre I actually enjoy first. Don’t drop it on me on our first date. Mysteries hit me like "lucky you; a brilliant writer is here to show you how to think extra smart!" But actually catching criminals (I know a little about this) tends to be a team effort full of weird irreconcilable questions rather than one brilliant character successfully following the clues the author has laid out in a neat trail.
Meanwhile The River Has Roots is like Gabriel Garcia Marquez style magical realism, and I tried a few times but couldn’t get into it. Sorry!
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