A charming book, in parts. I was initially drawn to Lavinia, and enjoyed very much the interplay between her and her poet, and her own musings on the nature of her existence. LeGuin's language was often lyricall, with some very evocative imagery. Ultimately, though, there wasn't enough going on for me to remain fully interested - it was a little bursty, and in spite of the amount of war and love and jealousy and insanity, I found myself drifting away...