David Weber made me cry again

Got around to At All Costs today.

Weber goes in cycles with his Honor Harrington books. Some are brutal fights that end on a good high note, and some are brutal slogs that leave the main character (and crew/family/star kingdom) alive only by the skin of her teeth.

This was one of the latter.

I may have to go back and read one of of the happier ones to rinse the bitter taste from my mouth.

It didn't help that I was on the last chapters when I got on the bus home, and missed my stop, and missed the next stop, and walked the half-mile back in the fading light, squinting at my palm under the streetlights. Chasing misery and war and death and hoping for a good ending at the end, but every death and starship loss another nail in the coffin of my discontent.

I like my happy endings, dammit. This is not one of them, no matter what sort of a high note he tried to end on.