Book Miner - The Shapeshifters' Library: Released by Amber Polo - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 is next in The Shapeshifters’ Library: Released by Amber Polo.

Synopsis

Sybilla Dinzelbacher opens her new restaurant to great acclaim. Just about every important person from Ohio is there. She has a confrontation with Dustbunnie, but gets an earful from the Alpha.

Meanwhile, Chronus and reminisces on the students and faculty of his school while he prepares to teach his next class. He hears complaints from some faculty, doing his best to resolve them with the resources he has at hand (or paw). He also reflects on his lost friendship to another dog shapeshifter who fell in love with a werewolf, eventually fathering Harold Dinzelbacher, revealed to be a half-dog/half-werewolf.

Analysis

This is an example of what I was discussing in my last post on this book, talking about how entire chapters (or, here, half-chapters) are dedicated to events that are not happening on the page. Sybilla Dinzelbacher basically walks into the restaurant, grumps at her husband, and then grumps at Dustbunnie, and then gets an exposition on werewolf history, including more library fires. Chronus basically walks down the hallway and peeks into the different classrooms, all while reflecting on dog shapeshifter history.

All in all, nothing really happens. Everything has already happened.

And, yes, I will keep complaining about this.

Also, as I mentioned before, I doubt that the “glitterati” of Ohio would all make the trek down to the southwest Ohio to go to a fancy restaurant (In fact, the general impression of Cincinnati up here in Cleveland is that it might as well be in Kentucky). Maybe people from Columbus would be there, but most likely nobody from Cleveland. In fact, I would be willing to wager that the “three baseball players” that showed up were all Reds, and no Indians.

Keep in mind, I’m not hating on Cincinnati (or even Kentucky), I’m just expressing the general view of people in Cleveland. Keep in mind that up here in Cleveland, there’s even a dichotomy between east Clevelanders and west Clevelanders, where it’s actually noteworthy when they meet someone from the other side.

In fact, Cincinnati-style chili happens to be my favorite. Just don’t tell the people I know in Texas know...