Hand, Elizabeth. Black Light. London: Flamingo, 1999. 287 pp.

Dull dull dull. I quite enjoyed the last Hand book I read, Waking the Moon. It was creepy and engaging. This, set in same series involving the Benandati, has few of that novel's charms. To summarize, it's a kind of coming of age story where the main character, teen artiste Lit Moynlan, eventually comes to the realization that she's a goddess and everyone wants to take advantage of her powers. Or something. The setting is a broken down old theatre town where old actors go to become has-beens, including her parents. The story picks up a little in the last 100 or so pages, but by then I'd mostly lost interest.