I really enjoyed The House at the Edge of Night. The storytelling element was my favorite. And also all of the female characters. The island, too. I loved the island. (But, all the way through it I felt like I’d read this story before. Or it reminded me strongly of another book. That kind of drove me nuts.)
I can’t decide how I feel about Indelible a week (Or more??) after I finished it. I’m glad I read it but the very idea of reading people’s lives on their skin just freaked my out. And, I’m not sure how I felt about any of the characters. I didn’t love them, didn’t hate them, didn’t particularly care about any of them. It was a messy book but it has stuck with me.
Read it and come tell me what you think…
I was worried about Georgia. Anyone who tries to write a novel about O’Keeffe is taking a big chance. Good thing she did. I found myself nodding my head thinking, “I hope it really happened that way.” and at other times sighing and saying, “I hope that’s not how it happened.” and at others just really enjoying the story.
I either love or hate books about the “orphan train” and it turned out I really enjoyed Orphan Train. I liked all of the characters — well most of the characters (I didn’t like Molly’s boyfriend.)
I particularly liked the project in the attic. I understand why Vivian wouldn’t want to let that stuff go — and I don’t think she should be expected to. (I wonder how many orphan train kids turned into adults who hung onto a lot of stuff throughout their lives…)
I generally like Fannie Flagg. I also liked the other Elmwood Heights books so I thought I’d be perfectly happy reading The Whole Town’s Talking. Turns out, not so much.
I hated the style of the book. I hated that we didn’t get more of the early settlers and their early lives and instead got… what we got. (No, I won’t spoil it for you in case you don’t take my advice and decide to read it.) I absolutely hated the ending (and the only reason I kept reading it was to see what happened to the folks up on the hill. Ugh.)
I also found the conservative messaging to be more than I could stomach — at the end it got to be a lot MUCH.
Don’t waste your time on this one.
I love Flavia but I’ll admit that the last book, A Chimney Sweep Comes to Dust, was not my favorite. So, I was a tiny bit worried that the series was going downhill… I needn’t have worried.
Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew’d was one of my favorite books of the series. Flavia is growing up… I like that. I did not like the ending, which I predicted during the first chapter of the book. Gah. WHAT NEXT????
TW checked out Heroine Complex and when she didn’t immediately put it into the library bag after she read it, I assumed that meant she liked it and I should read it.
So I did.
Totally cute and pretty mindless and I enjoyed it. Demons, man. Asian American women superheroes, FTW! I’d read another one in the series.
Here’s where I talk about missing our beloved Glenview Public Library…
We wanted to listen to the new Mr. Lemoncello book on audio because the first one was so much fun. So, I looked at the Alachua County Library to reserve it on CD. They had no CD versions. So, I reserved it for Overdrive. It arrived, fairly promptly but the check out time was HORRENDOUS… a week? 10 days? I don’t know but NOT long enough. No big deal, I thought because I can just renew it, like I could with Overdrive books checked out from the Glenview library.
Hahaha. Not so much.
I had to actually RE-RESERVE it and wait for it to be re-delivered to me. THAT WAS ANNOYING and FRUSTRATING and I MISS THE GLENVIEW LIBRARY SYSTEM. (Though I do also appreciate Alachua County’s library… the auto-renew thing is awesome. I love that.)
Anyway, about Mr Lemoncello’s Library Olympics… totally fun. Obviously. I highly recommend it.
I really enjoyed The Patron Saint of Ugly, though I have to say that the ethnic slurs drove me insane. I mean, I get it — the story was based in the 70s but it did make me cringe every time (and it happened constantly.) Oy, we were pretty sucky people in the 70s. Unfortunately, a whole lot of us are still sucky people. (Today is, after all, inauguration day… Jesus.)
Anyway, magical realism. Was Garnet (or her Nonna) really healing all of the people? Was it the water? Was it a combination of all three? Yep, I enjoyed it.
Sassymonkey is the BEST and I’m so glad Ami McKay is her internet girlfriend because it means I was gifted with a signed copy of the Canadian version of The Witches of New York, for Christmas. (The link goes to the American version that is available for pre-order.) MONTHS earlier than I’d have been able to get the American version. Also, SIGNED. WOOT.
I stayed up way too late finishing it the other night because I had to find out how Beatrice got out of the… place she was in… and once I read that part, there wasn’t much left so I figured I should keep reading. And I did and it was awesome.
I loved all of our witches and the supporting cast. Loved Perdu. Loved the spirits (and demons) and dearlies.
I know it’s a silly, tiny little thing that meant very little to the story but I loved the addition of Georgie, towards the end. Nice touch.
I also wouldn’t mind a sequel to this one (even though Ami hasn’t really done sequels.) I mean seriously, NYC — suffragists, mediums, witches, demons — and three very strong, independent female characters. It would be awesome.
Thanks, Sassymonkey (and Ami!)