This week I sobbed my way through Jessica Parks’ wildly romantic 180 Seconds. It’s not depressing, the dog does not die, but it is an emotional roller coaster, even if the love interest is so damn wonderful it’s hard to believe he’s real. Of course, the heroine has problems believing in him, too. Really great love story, all different kinds of relationships, just a lovely book. But you’re gonna cry.
What did you read this week?
(Any suggestions for how to change the Good Book Thursday header for July? They had kittens up there in June, you know.)
I’m on a P. G. Wodehouse binge because I was getting too dark in my own novel and because it’s summer and in the summer, the best place to laugh is Blanding’s Castle. Also you have to love an author who replies to his critics this way: Continue reading
It’s summer, let’s read Stevie Smith. This is my favorite poem about swimming. Except it’s not about swimming.
I’ve been reading Edmund Crispin–I’m going through a British mystery binge–and I’d forgotten how wonderfully off-the-wall Glimpses of the Moon is. The detective, Gervase Fen, wanders about an English village with his friend the Major and a confused journalist, idly questioning colorful locals about a murder that’s already been solved, carrying a pig’s head in a bag at all times, until he finally, on page 51, arrives home alone, and looks in the mirror: Continue reading
How I managed to get to my advanced age without reading Colin Watson’s Flaxborough mysteries is beyond me; I even did my first master’s thesis on mysteries (“‘A Spirit More Capable of Looking Up To Him’: Women’s Roles in Mystery Fiction from 1845 to 1920,” don’t look it up, it’s terrible). Then the first one showed up as a Book Bub special and I was hooked. Just finished the seventh one, lovely real old-fashioned British murder mystery, not at all stodgy, in fact pretty wry while still being comfortably cozy. It’s been a drizzly week today, perfect for reading about quirky death in quirky small villages. Then I went to download the seventh and found out it’s not in e-book form until the 31st, and the publication of the rest is being strung out even longer, into July. You know, these are old books. Why not put them all out at once? Annoying, but Watson is worth the wait.
So what are you reading?
Well, her new book is Heartless, the final book in the House of Rohan series, and it’s on sale today at Amazon. She says there’s even a Crusie Easter Egg inside if you look hard enough.
We’re going to do a Slack chat later this week (next week? we’ll get to it) talking about the book and writing and probably cats and dogs and food because we have difficulty with focus, but in the meantime, that cover is great and the story inside is probably even better. Off to buy my copy now.
Anne Stuart’s Heartless: Continue reading
May is Get Caught Reading Month. No idea why you have to get caught, reading is not generally an activity that’s illegal or done with others, so it’s pretty much you and the cat-and-or-dog, and they’re sleeping, so they don’t care. Still, it’s important to observe the holidays, so what did we just catch you reading?
I’ve been tossing books. I know that seems like anathema, but I have way too many (and I left 95% of them behind when I left Ohio), thanks to my eyes I don’t read paper easily anymore, and I’d rather use the shelves for yarn. (My iPad, however, is packed with titles.) Still, there are books I will not throw out even though they’re falling apart. My Pratchetts. My ancient copies of The Uninvited and Green as Spring. (Must read The Uninvited again to see if it holds up.) Good Omens. And of course a boatload of books on devils and demons and Hell, all scribbled over so now no library sale will want them. Those will go at the end.
Where was I?
Oh, right. What books are permanent on your shelves, even if you’re switching to an e-library?
I read Skinny Dip again since I’d recommended it. Still love it. My Heyer binge is over along with my Rex Stout binge, so I haven’t been obsessively reading. I think I’m going to skip the Comey book; I read the Fire and Fury book and that was enough, especially since the ongoing story is hard to top: Michael Cohen’s mystery client is Sean Hannity? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Sorry. (Not sorry. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.) I do have several new books I got because of Bookbub including Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About because I loved the sample and Fluent Forever: How to Learn Any Language Fast and Never Forget It because it’s time I got the basics in something besides English (my Spanish needs a lot of help and my French and Italian are pretty much non-existant). Also The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Composting. I have plans, Big Plans.
So what are you reading?
My current rant is for book blurbs that end in questions: Can he save the woman he loves? (No, she dies in the end.) Will she learn to love again? (No, she becomes embittered and vindictive and a house falls on her.) Is it possible for her to face her problems? (No, she’ll give up and go home to the town she swore she’d never return to and open a bakery-restaurant-B&B where she will become bitter and vindictive because there was a reason she swore she’d never go back, and she’ll die in the end.) It strikes me there’s a reason there’s no blurb that asks, “Will Gregor Samsa find happiness as a cockroach?” and also why I’m not asking “Can Argh People find good books to read?” Of course he can’t, and of course we can. What did you read this week?