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The Prince: On the Art of Power by Niccolò Machiavelli is not, as I once thought, a veiled political commentary disguised in a fictional account of a prince. But neither is it solely theoretical philosophizing about a hypothetical ideal state of human governance.
It's basically forced proximity. In space. How's that for a paradox.
What are book clubs for if not making you read books you never would have otherwise? Some you find you enjoy, and others... well, let's say I know my own tastes pretty well.
Blurb for The Flight of the Falcon by Daphne du Maurier As a young Italian courier for Sunshine Tours, Armino Fabbio led a pleasant, if humdrum life—until he became circumstantially involved in the murder of an old peasant woman in Rome, a woman who had suddenly and startlingly reminded Armino of someone in his past.… Continue reading Bird of Prey: The Flight of the Falcon Review
I don't really know why I picked this up beyond a sense of curiosity and being in the mood for a bit of folksy literature. I knew of Woody Guthrie as a singer-songwriter... but I had no idea he was also a writer of prose and somewhat of an artist.
Good things come in threes--young adult book trilogies are evidence of the fact. Bad things, alas, also come in threes--as demonstrated by the love triangles plaguing this particular age bracket's fiction like a particularly unpleasant swarm of wormy insects. Despite this and other common tropes, young adult fiction has been a large part of my… Continue reading 8 YA Trilogies That Deserve More Hype
Over a year has passed since the first book, Red Rising, both for main character Darrow and for me since reading it. In the interim, Darrow appears to have lost sight of his purpose and I, sorry to say, have lost something similar while reading this sequel.
We live in exciting times. This is my second ever ARC review, and it is on a collection of non-fiction essays on pop culture: Living Rent Free in My Head by Dominique Davis. I stumbled on Dominique's blog, Fairly Professional... so when I got the opportunity to receive an ARC of [her] book for review, I was pretty stoked.
Apropos of nothing, I discovered this week that the Sagittarius' ruling house is the ninth, whatever that means. I happen to be a Sagittarius, through no fault of my own, so I thought that piece of trivia fit nicely with me finally getting to reviewing Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo.
Coming off the high of really enjoying a book I hadn't expected to like as much as I did, I was prepared for The Scorpio Races not to live up to my expectations. In some ways, it didn't. And in some ways, it was better.
Fictitiously Yours 