Finished The Unicorn Sonata by Peter S. Beagle this morning. (Book #4 of the year.) It’s not Beagle’s best. The story meanders and comes together mostly in the last 20 pages with the revelation of some information that makes all right. The main characters are given their quirks, complexities, and depth. The world is pretty, but not explained, and it doesn’t need to be. (and hey, how often do you find perytons in literature?) There will be things that I will think about later, how events and characters worked out perfectly. Things that are satisfying though found rarely beyond faerie tales. And of course the language is beautiful though not as gorgeous as in other of Beagle’s books.