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So late that I may as well call it MarchApril reading, but whatever.
In no particular order:
Hourglass by Claudia Gray: Third Evernight book. It turns out the plot *does* go the way I expected it to, but by the time it actually happens, there’s no time for it to be a point of tension, and I think it could have bee an excellent point of tension. Either way, still reading, looking forward to the next one. The bulk of the female characters are still freaking awesome, with their own lives and motivations. Major bonus points for the background, casually inserted lesbian relationship, and the no-fuss reaction of the major character.
Numbers by Rachel Ward: A cool, not-quite-realised premise (main character can ‘see’ the date of everyone’s death when she looks them in the eye), so it didn’t quite come together for me, but the character’s voice and style was strong, and I’d read more of her work.
Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. Pearson: A girl wakes up from a coma, and things are quietly Very Wrong. I liked it, but I wanted to see more of the world it was set in; while it was partially the point that they were so isolated, it really felt like the book was unfolding in a non-existent world, which was a shame, because what we did see was so intriguing.
The wave in the mind by Ursula K. Le Guin: *hugs book to my chest, tightly* Collection of essays, speeches and opinion pieces of Le Guin’s. She writes with such eloquence and kindness and clarity, even (or perhaps especially while she’s ranting) that I want to memorise whole pages as pick-me-ups during my day. She makes me feel less alone, somehow: that there are women who have come before me, and it’s okay; they know, and they’ve got my back. *waves hands incoherently*
After dark by Stephen King: new short stories. It could be because I was reading them in between snatches of the Bachmann books, but the women as Other, or as victims of/for the hero, or as non-entities seemed sickeningly pronounced in this collection. It might be a while before I buy another of his books.
One shot by Lee Child:Garry-Stu Jack Reacher, at it again, being amazingly competent and smart and manfully awesome. Guilty pleasure, and I’ve totally reserved the next one we have in the library.
In no particular order:
Hourglass by Claudia Gray: Third Evernight book. It turns out the plot *does* go the way I expected it to, but by the time it actually happens, there’s no time for it to be a point of tension, and I think it could have bee an excellent point of tension. Either way, still reading, looking forward to the next one. The bulk of the female characters are still freaking awesome, with their own lives and motivations. Major bonus points for the background, casually inserted lesbian relationship, and the no-fuss reaction of the major character.
Numbers by Rachel Ward: A cool, not-quite-realised premise (main character can ‘see’ the date of everyone’s death when she looks them in the eye), so it didn’t quite come together for me, but the character’s voice and style was strong, and I’d read more of her work.
Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. Pearson: A girl wakes up from a coma, and things are quietly Very Wrong. I liked it, but I wanted to see more of the world it was set in; while it was partially the point that they were so isolated, it really felt like the book was unfolding in a non-existent world, which was a shame, because what we did see was so intriguing.
The wave in the mind by Ursula K. Le Guin: *hugs book to my chest, tightly* Collection of essays, speeches and opinion pieces of Le Guin’s. She writes with such eloquence and kindness and clarity, even (or perhaps especially while she’s ranting) that I want to memorise whole pages as pick-me-ups during my day. She makes me feel less alone, somehow: that there are women who have come before me, and it’s okay; they know, and they’ve got my back. *waves hands incoherently*
After dark by Stephen King: new short stories. It could be because I was reading them in between snatches of the Bachmann books, but the women as Other, or as victims of/for the hero, or as non-entities seemed sickeningly pronounced in this collection. It might be a while before I buy another of his books.
One shot by Lee Child:
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