I am accepting I'm not going to finish this. I'm just having too much trouble with a womanly art not being practicable while pregnant, and the idea that somebody with no societal function /other/ than bearing children not only doesn't want them, but hadn't ever thought about it before /and/ reacts to her mother's interest in grandchildren like her mother is a freak. More of the innovation and magicascience, less of the pregnancy whinging (especially when I'm pretty sure the pregnancy isn't, uh, fruitful just by glancing at the synopsis for book 3) and I'd be there. 
 And I'm sure some people really like this because of the parenthood uncertainty-- I certainly experienced it myself when I was pregnant. Would I be anything other than a mother again? But I was born in 1976, not 1790 or so. And also, if practicing glamour provided even a 50% chance of aborting a pregnancy in the early days, my God, that would have changed society so much. I would have liked to have seen that society, y'know? 
 Anyhow, not for me, but may very well be for others.