books, again

a lovely day after the work part ended, time at look park that included a stroll through the mini-zoo (which for whatever reason triggered no ick whatsoever) late dinner at Fresh Pasta and then home for tv and boggle and strawberry shortcake.

and now, to the meat-substitute of the matter.

June proved to be the month I began, but have not yet ended Jonathan Strange which i neither entirely like nor entirely dislike at this early stage.

Things I did read, however

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. Loved it.
All the Names by Jose Saramago. For book club. Loved it, intend to reread it again before book club.
The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, on Chile's recommendation. She's got really, really good taste.
Senor Vivo and the Coca Lord by Louis De Bernieres. Also awesome. If it wasn't so charmingly over the top, it would be annoyingly over the top, and it really probably wasn't the best book to be reading on my lunch break, since there were moments that turned me off food, but i didn't hold that against it, which is unusual for me.

On the less of a loved it side, I'm glad I'm done with The Crimson Petal and the White by Mark Faber. For all that it's nearly 900 pages was relatively quick, the fact that nothing in particular ever seemed to happen and people just kept wandering in and out of the plot made it a somewhat dreary read. Good descriptive passages though (Victorian London was stinky. who would have guessed?). More ambivalent, The Fourth Hand by John Irving. I'm never entirely certain how I feel about an Irving novel, and I can never keep them straight, but this was the one with an entire hand amputated, a womanizing sportscaster, a dog that eats shit and green bay packers fans, and it had a lion cameo rather than any bears.

On the young adult/schlock side were The Dark Hills Divide by Patrick Carman, complete with magic stones, jewels with secret messages and talking animals, The Gypsy by Stephen Brust and Megan Lindholm, a skipper, and Of Darkness, Light and Fire by Tanya Huff which is two of her not-series fantasy novels in one paperback. And I read a bunch of Emma Frost comics.

books, again

a lovely day after the work part ended, time at look park that included a stroll through the mini-zoo (which for whatever reason triggered no ick whatsoever) late dinner at Fresh Pasta and then home for tv and boggle and strawberry shortcake.

and now, to the meat-substitute of the matter.

June proved to be the month I began, but have not yet ended Jonathan Strange which i neither entirely like nor entirely dislike at this early stage.

Things I did read, however

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. Loved it.
All the Names by Jose Saramago. For book club. Loved it, intend to reread it again before book club.
The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, on Chile's recommendation. She's got really, really good taste.
Senor Vivo and the Coca Lord by Louis De Bernieres. Also awesome. If it wasn't so charmingly over the top, it would be annoyingly over the top, and it really probably wasn't the best book to be reading on my lunch break, since there were moments that turned me off food, but i didn't hold that against it, which is unusual for me.

On the less of a loved it side, I'm glad I'm done with The Crimson Petal and the White by Mark Faber. For all that it's nearly 900 pages was relatively quick, the fact that nothing in particular ever seemed to happen and people just kept wandering in and out of the plot made it a somewhat dreary read. Good descriptive passages though (Victorian London was stinky. who would have guessed?). More ambivalent, The Fourth Hand by John Irving. I'm never entirely certain how I feel about an Irving novel, and I can never keep them straight, but this was the one with an entire hand amputated, a womanizing sportscaster, a dog that eats shit and green bay packers fans, and it had a lion cameo rather than any bears.

On the young adult/schlock side were The Dark Hills Divide by Patrick Carman, complete with magic stones, jewels with secret messages and talking animals, The Gypsy by Stephen Brust and Megan Lindholm, a skipper, and Of Darkness, Light and Fire by Tanya Huff which is two of her not-series fantasy novels in one paperback. And I read a bunch of Emma Frost comics.