After working myself into a mania awaiting the arrival of ‘Echo’ by rereading ‘Snow and Ashes’ and reading as many excerpts as I could lay my hands on, I was strangely hesitant when I actually received my copy. Perhaps my subconscious sensed what was coming – if so, perhaps I should head to the nearest casino because turns out I was rather disappointed by the seventh book in the ‘Outlander’ series.
The book started where ‘Snow and Ashes’ left off, and for one character actually before, with much excitement and promise. Everything continued to run along nicely until the story, and several characters plans, were derailed by the American Revolution (I know, how inconvenient of those pesky rebels). What followed was several hundred pages of the tedious minutiae of war punctuated by the odd, bloody battle where we read all about Jamie's battlefield heroics and Claire's own brand of futuristic doctoring – yes, again. We occasionally left Claire and Jamie to it, only to see what William and Lord John Grey were up to. The answer for both is not a lot – and none of it even remotely interesting. Two more boring characters I have thankfully never come across.
Just when I felt I might skip ahead, the story took an abrupt turn – this time for the better. The Revolution was quickly dropped in favour of finally exploring the lives of the characters. And it was almost worth it. I laughed, I cried and I gasped, audibly. But just as soon as I was back revelling in Gabaldon's fantastic, if not a little frenzied, story-telling, it stopped, leaving almost everyone's story unresolved and me feeling confused and more than a little unsatisfied.
Overall, the book feels disjointed and rushed and not nearly up the standard of previous books, yes, including ‘Fiery Cross’. With Gabaldon commenting that it takes her around three years to write an ‘Outlander’ book it will be a long time between drinks and I think next time I will take mine without the side of crazed obsession.