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.
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.
I'm not going to come out and pretend I am different from any other person who fell for the fan favourite Eddie Munson from the most recent season of Stranger Things. I knew the actor who played him, Joseph Quinn, from the short-lived run of Dickensian.
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.
I did, once upon a time, read Ulysses by James Joyce. And I did, once upon a Mediterranean cruise, enjoy parts of it along with some quotes I saved. Seeings it is Bloomsday, June 16, the singular day on which all 265,000 words and 18 episodes of the novel canonically take place, I can hardly… Continue reading ‘A feminist: (masculinely)…’