February is long gone, and I did much better than I thought with my reading during February, especially with it being a short month. With my goal for reading this month, I’m hoping February is a glimpse of reading to come. I’m sharing the intro to Dead Letters, the book I’m currently reading, below, so be sure to check that out. In the t.v. circuit, the This is Us season finale is tonight, and I just don’t want to know. Eek! Is that the best show EVER or what?! Thankfully, I’m caught up on the last three episodes I missed. Do you watch this epic show?
The Guests on South Battery was a pleasant addition to the Tradd Street Series and is certainly for fans of the series. Melanie is back to work after having the twins, and a new cast member, Jayne, is brought into the fold along with a few surprises. I didn’t like the way the author portrayed certain scenes, but I understand why it was necessary to do so. Yes, it’s predictable in the ghosts-living-in old-houses main idea, but the plot is good, and nobody tells a story like Karen White. It’s a good installment with two more to come and worth reading.
The Animators just didn’t work for me. I had high hopes for this book from the reviews, but it just didn’t hold my attention. My mind kept zoning out after a couple of tries with this one, and I couldn’t connect with the characters at all, no matter how much I tried. I’ve thought about trying again with this book because of third time’s charm and all that, but I decided I don’t want to devote any more time to it with so many other books that have my interest.
Lillian Boxfish Takes a Walk is a fine addition to my shelves. The writing is polished, and the main character, Lillian, is a woman who captured my heart. The pace is slow, much like that of the feisty, 85-year-old Lillian, but there’s so much there in the storyline – the experiences of Lillian during her young life, her walk through the city in the ’80s, and in the amazing imagery, as the author takes you on a stroll through New York. All that makes this one a winner and a book to savor each word on the page.
Behind Her Eyes is…well, I have to say I’m in the minority. I finished the book, and I think I liked it? It held my attention, anyway. I see what everyone is talking about in the ending; that one came out of left field, but the book was just okay for me. I was expecting something earth-shattering, but the earth didn’t even move for me. I’m not a fan of the many flashbacks, and they became frustrating. This was a very weird story that I loved in the beginning, but it lost steam about mid-way through. This one just didn’t meet the hype.
The Night the Lights Went Out was a highly anticipated book of mine by Karen White, and I’m thrilled to say it is one of my favorites of the year. The cover is gorgeous, and the author reached back to her roots and brought a piece of herself into this one with the stellar cast of characters. It’s the same glorious writing as always with a little grit to boot. I’ve loved all the books I’ve read by this author, but this book is the best I’ve read from Karen White. I’ll have a formal review near release day.
The Impossible Fortress was an audiobook purchase because of my impatience in the hold queue at the library. I don’t regret the purchase one bit. This is a delightful, nerdy book for those who remember or want to visit the ’80s. The teenage years flood back to memory as Billy and his friends attempt to procure a Playboy magazine that features Vanna White. Billy is a computer nerd and gamer who gets his first taste of love. The Impossible Fortress is fun, fast, and original. It’s that book that will warm your heart and keep you smiling.
A Bloody Kingdom is the final book in the Ruthless People Series, which features the merger by marriage of Melanie Giovanni, an Italian Mafia princess, and the prince of the Irish Mafia, Liam Callahan. While I loved all the previous books, this one was just okay for me. The storyline takes Melanie and Liam back to Chicago and through a drama-filled political battle between Melanie as governor and her new enemy, the mayor of the city. There’s a surprise in there I didn’t see coming, so that’s in the book’s favor, but it wasn’t anything original. The issues I have with the book are the heavy-handed drama, the abrupt ending, and the many, many typographical errors. I can forgive an error or two, but these errors were throughout the book’s entirety. This is a book for fans of the series, such as myself. My strong love for the action and the characters kept me coming back. I recently shared a new comfort food recipe in the Book Bistro in honor of the dynamic duo.
Okay, show me your books!
At a glance:
Ava Antipova has her reasons for running away: a failing family vineyard, a romantic betrayal, a mercurial sister, an absent father, a mother slipping into dementia. In Paris, Ava renounces her terribly practical undergraduate degree, acquires a French boyfriend and a taste for much better wine, and erases her past. Two years later, she must return to upstate New York. Her twin sister, Zelda, is dead. Even in a family of alcoholics, Zelda Antipova was the wild one, notorious for her mind games and destructive behavior. Stuck tending the vineyard and the girls’ increasingly unstable mother, Zelda was allegedly burned alive when she passed out in the barn with a lit cigarette. But Ava finds the official explanation a little too neat. A little too Zelda. Then she receives a cryptic message—from her sister. Featuring a colorful, raucous cast of characters, Caite Dolan-Leach’s debut thriller takes readers on a literary scavenger hunt for clues concealed throughout the seemingly idyllic wine country, hidden in plain sight on social media, and buried at the heart of one tremendously dysfunctional, utterly unforgettable family.
A born creator of myths, my sister always liked to tell the story of how we were misnamed, She was proud of it, as though she, as a tiny blue infant, had bent kismet to her will and appropriated the name that was supposed to be mine. My parents were trying to be clever (before they lost the ability to be anything other than utterly miserable), and our names were meant to be part of our self-constructed, quirky family mythology. A to Z, Ava and Zelda. The first-born would be A for Ava, and the second-born would be Z for Zelda, and together we would be the whole alphabet for my deluded and briefly optimistic parents, both of whom were located unimpressively in the middle: M for Marlon and N for Nadine. My father was himself named for a film star, and with his usual shortsighted narcissism he sought to create some sort of large-looming legacy for his burgeoning small family. Burgeon we would not.
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