I read:
Thoughts:
Fifteen Dogs by André Alexis: This is what I get when I read a book knowing nothing about it other than it won the Giller so I felt I should read it the same way I should eat kale more often and floss my teeth: a book about fifteen dogs. I’m not quite sure why, given the title, this surprised me. But it did. Dogs. Inside their heads. At least it was better than that book I read about cats with the resurrected souls of those interned in Père Lachaise.
Tears in the Grass by Lynda A. Archer: Reviewed earlier this month.
Inside by Alix Ohlin: One of those throw-in-a-genocide books that I frequently complain about to Geoff (see here and here for some bloggy examples). If you’re going to put a genocide in your story, you really have to have something (a depth? a deftness? a skill?) that isn’t available in Inside. The book didn’t bother me as much as it did, say, William Giraldi, and I’d already forgotten I read it until I went to write this post, so I guess that’s a review in and of itself.
Veins by Drew: Hee hee hee. I liked it.
The Good Earth by Pearl Luke: Being a woman in China at the time of this book sucked, which I suppose I already knew if I’d bothered to think about it for more than half a second.
Bandit by Molly Brodak: A review will be posted closer to the book’s publication date.
PS, I Still Love You by Jenny Han: Teenage schmaltz that I devoured in one sitting.
Favourite book:
It might be sinful how much I love this book. I read it to Tesfa again, but really, I was reading it for me, not her. Why was I born me and not born Claudia Kincaid?
(Because she is a fiction, yes, I know.)
Most promising book on my wishlist:
I watched:
I wrote:
Faerie story proof-read. Nothing new written. Mystery story published.