Okay, Abilene Public Library, I went easy on you for labeling Pirate Freedom as Sci-Fi because dude did actually travel through time. Even though there was nothing particularly sciency about his time conundrum, manipulations of space time are distinctly withing science fiction’s realm. However, it seems your freedom is going to your head–there was nothing even remotely fantastical or technologically advanced in this novel to justify its shelving in the science fiction section; in fact, Burt goes well out of his way to avoid even present-day manifestations of technological advancement. You see, Burt is a historical reenactor and anything Out Of Period is frowned upon.
Neither was this a comedic novel, as back-panel-reviewers led me to believe (unless we’re returning to the Shakespearean understanding of comedy in which worse atrocities are committed than within the lines of his tragedies but its funny because all these horrific occurrences are ironic).
All Shall Be Well… is a novel of dysfunction, family, and mead. It’s one of those ethereal novels where profundity seems to flit in and out of the vision of your mind’s eye, where you just know that your subconscious is percolating around some damnedly odd dreams even while your consciousness is having to turn cartwheels to try and keep up with the actions and motivations of the main characters.
Subbing for Eden 
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