After reading The Lace Reader for my book club (I’ll post about it ne
xt) and the JFK book from King, I was in need of some light reading. I grabbed Janet Evanovich’s Smokin’ Seventeen and Explosive Eighteen and read them both within a week. Stephanie Plum, inept bounty hunter with an ex-ho spandex clad sidekick and two hot
men after her never fails to make me laugh. And while Steph is fun, the books wouldn’t be anywhere near as hilarious without Grandma Mazur, Lula, and Mooner (wish he was in more).
So, if you have been re-reading Oprah’s depressionfest of books or too many serious novels or nonfiction, grab a Plum, have a seat, and enjoy.
I finally finished A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness. It’s a long one and tough to read over the holidays when things are really busy. This book was highly praised and touted as “Harry Potter for adults”. I disagree.
The story was good, for the most part, with witches, vampires, and daemons. The problem was that the author apparently felt the need to not only capitalize on the HP success, but Twilight as well. A big romantic entanglement is the stimulus for many of the events in the book.
Basically, and without spoiling anything, a witch who has denied her powers must learn to use them when she discovers a book that has been hidden. She also has to deal with falling in love outside of her species.
It ends with a cliffhanger, so if you aren’t ready to commit to a series, avoid it. If you don’t mind an
HP/Twilight hybrid, this may be right for you.
Within the next few days I will be posting information about some books I have read recently about Dialectical Behavior Therapy and its use in the treatment of stress, anxiety, and depression. I have a read several books and if you suffer from any of these problems, this may just be a post you don’t want to miss.
Those of you who know me, know this is not the kind of book I would normally choose. Look at the cover:
Not exactly what you expect of me, I know, but my book discussion group, The Pageturners, are reading it. I finished it yesterday and while I was reading it, I enjoyed it… sort of. So, here’s my mini-spoiler-free review from the verge:
Some characters were too stereotypical for the 60s. I’m hard pressed to believe that having an oddball group of friends brings out the best in everyone. But the story was good. About a hundred pages too long and while I’m sure Charleston is lovely, I could do with less love of land and just move the story along.
If you like Richard Russo, you’ll probably like South of Broad. To sum up my review in one word: meh.
Some of you may know that I had some surgery on my cervical spine a few weeks ago. I figured that I would read this book for my book club during my recovery. Well…. between the sedating effect of the first half of the book and the meds I was taking I didn’t finish it.
The setting seemed incongruous – the old fashioned behaviors and dialogue and then someone whips out a cell phone. The entire first half of the book moves entirely too slowly. Especially if you are taking prescription drugs for muscle relaxation and pain. I’m told that others felt this way as well, so apparently it wasn’t just the drugs.
It wasn’t a BAD book. The language was lovely in some parts. It’s just not a book to read if you want something to happen. Or at least, happen in the first half of the book.
As for me? I returned it to the library unfinished.
You know how I was judging The Help by its cover and didn’t want to read it because it was kind of mustardy colored with purply-grey birds and a bumpy round thingy around a boring font with the title? Well, I was right. The book was mustardy and purply grey, bumpy and round, and a little boring. (yeah, that’s a metaphor)
It was good. The end was not great.