Monday, January 7, 2019

Books Read in 2018: Three Star Fantasy and Horror

From Steph, yesterday - "I'm going to answer Marilyn's question about stars, if that's not too presumptuous." On the contrary, I thank you profusely for articulating perfectly what I think of as three-star criteria. Steph"For me, a three star book is competently written, maybe more workmanlike than artistic, but potentially enjoyable for other reasons. Or it could be very well written book that's not particularly enjoyable either because it wasn't the right time for me to read it, or maybe it could never be the right book for me under any circumstances, but I still recognize something worthy in it. A bad book is two stars or less".

Yep. Goodreads designates a three-star rating as meaning "I liked it", and that's exactly it. It was a good book, not a bad book, not quite a great book, or if it was, it wasn't the time for me to read it and find it great. I wouldn't tell anyone not to read it (well, I very seldom say that about any book, but especially not a three-star book). 

Three Star Time Travel 


Rewinder (Rewinder #1) by Brett Battle: Synopsis from Goodreads - You will never read Denny Younger’s name in any history book, will never know what he's done. 
But even if you did, you’d never believe it.
The world as you know it wouldn't be the same without him. 
Denny was born into one of the lowest rungs of society, but his bleak fortunes abruptly change when the mysterious Upjohn Institute recruits him to be a Rewinder, a verifier of personal histories. The job at first sounds like it involves researching old books and records, but Denny soon learns it's far from it. 
A Rewinder's job is to observe history.
In person.
Embracing his new duties with enthusiasm, Denny witnesses things he could never even imagine before. But as exciting as the adventures into the past are, there are dangers, too. For even the smallest error can have consequences. 
Life-altering consequences. 
Time, after all, is merely a reference point.


Yes, there's a whole category for time travel. I think I read four this year. I'm a sucker for time travel as a conceit. This was one of the more pedestrian entries to the genre - probably more like two and a half stars. It was a pleasant diversion, but fairly shallow with pretty two-dimensional characters. There are scenes that should have inspired deep feelings of rage and pity, and they just... didn't. I won't be in a hurry to read the next entry. No, I WON'T read the next entry. I'm taking a page from Hannah (HI HANNAH) and not reading books that aren't excellent. I keep saying that and yet I still have trouble not finishing books. I probably didn't need to finish this one. Okay, now I feel like I'm stepping on my own three-star rating. I'M SO CONFLICTED.

Every Anxious Wave by Mo Daviau: Synopsis from Goodreads - Good guy Karl Bender is a thirty-something bar owner whose life lacks love and meaning. When he stumbles upon a time-travelling worm hole in his closet, Karl and his best friend Wayne develop a side business selling access to people who want to travel back in time to listen to their favorite bands. It's a pretty ingenious plan, until Karl, intending to send Wayne to 1980, transports him back to 980 instead. Though Wayne sends texts extolling the quality of life in tenth century "Mannahatta," Karl is distraught that he can't bring his friend back.
Enter brilliant, prickly, overweight astrophysicist, Lena Geduldig. Karl and Lena's connection is immediate. While they work on getting Wayne back, Karl and Lena fall in love -- with time travel, and each other. Unable to resist meddling with the past, Karl and Lena bounce around time. When Lena ultimately prevents her own long-ago rape, she alters the course of her life and threatens her future with Karl.
A high-spirited and engaging novel, Mo Daviau's EVERY ANXIOUS WAVE plays ball with the big questions of where we would go and who we would become if we could rewrite our pasts, as well as how to hold on to love across time.


Urghhhh, I don't know. This was definitely better than Rewinder, so I'll say three and a half stars. The actual time machine was among the coolest ever. The beginning was kind of madcap and fun, then things got weirdly serious and confusing and I wasn't sure what exactly the author was aiming for. It was nice that the female love interest wasn't thin, and it wasn't really a big deal, then it was kind of a big deal in a weird way - I should admit that I started the book thinking the author was a man, then read the description of Lena and thought it definitely had to be written by a man, then checked and it was actually a woman, so what the hell do I know.  There was also the issue of a rape that the male protagonist almost doesn't decide to prevent because the 'time machine' should only be used to see old rock shows which, what the fuck? Then there's an asteroid. And then I put it down for a while and then picked it up and finished it, and kind of liked the end and felt glad I'd read it anyway. I apologize for this review. I'll show myself out.

Three Star Fantasy/Dark Fantasy/Horror


Dr. Edith Vane and the Hares of Crawley Hall by Suzette Mayr: Synopsis from Goodreads - Dr. Edith Vane, scholar of English literature, is contentedly ensconced at the University of Inivea. Her dissertation on pioneer housewife memoirist Beulah Crump-Withers is about to be published, and she's on track for tenure, if only she can fill out her AAO properly. She's a little anxious, but a new floral blouse and her therapist's repeated assurance that she is the architect of her own life should fix that. All should be well, really. Except for her broken washing machine, her fickle new girlfriend, her missing friend Coral, her backstabbing fellow professors, a cutthroat new dean—and the fact that the sentient and malevolent Crawley Hall has decided it wants them all out, and the hall and its hellish hares will stop at nothing to get rid of them.
Like an unholy collision of Stoner, The Haunting of Hill House, Charlie Brown, and Alice in Wonderland, this audacious new novel by the Giller Prize–longlisted Suzette Mayr is a satire that takes the hallowed halls of the campus novel in fantastical—and unsettling—directions.


A friend and I saw this on a list of Exciting New Books and resolved to read it together, and then discovered deflatingly that it was not published yet, so I was excited to finally get to read it, and then..... *sounds of balloon deflating*. From the title I thought it was going to be about a madcap royal and hijinks in a stately home. It... was not. I initially gave it one star, but that seemed too mean. I really didn't like it, but it wasn't poorly written or a bad book. Obviously a lot of people thought it was wonderful. I'm not a great fan of most satire - it tends to have to exaggerate things to the point where it makes the subject under scrutiny ridiculous, but to me this also tends to make the work at hand ridiculous. I have spent some time in academia - it would be interesting to have my professor friends read this and see what they think. The issues described are definitely not made up, but the hyperbolic treatment of them just made me roll my eyes. And Edith, poor Edith. She's a woman of colour and a lesbian (I think? Maybe bi) and a borderline alcoholic and treated very poorly by everyone in her institution, and as such she is written very, very well and I could not have been more exasperated with her. This is unfair, because such people do exist and in real life I would have nothing but sympathy for her, but I HATE reading about this kind of character. So, ergo, in sum, to conclude - it's not the book. It's me.

How to Stop Time by Matt Haig: Synopsis from Goodreads - "The first rule is that you don't fall in love, ' he said... 'There are other rules too, but that is the main one. No falling in love. No staying in love. No daydreaming of love. If you stick to this you will just about be okay.'"
A love story across the ages - and for the ages - about a man lost in time, the woman who could save him, and the lifetimes it can take to learn how to live
Tom Hazard has a dangerous secret. He may look like an ordinary 41-year-old, but owing to a rare condition, he's been alive for centuries. Tom has lived history--performing with Shakespeare, exploring the high seas with Captain Cook, and sharing cocktails with Fitzgerald. Now, he just wants an ordinary life.
So Tom moves back to London, his old home, to become a high school history teacher--the perfect job for someone who has witnessed the city's history first hand. Better yet, a captivating French teacher at his school seems fascinated by him. But the Albatross Society, the secretive group which protects people like Tom, has one rule: never fall in love. As painful memories of his past and the erratic behavior of the Society's watchful leader threaten to derail his new life and romance, the one thing he can't have just happens to be the one thing that might save him. Tom will have to decide once and for all whether to remain stuck in the past, or finally begin living in the present.
How to Stop Time is a bighearted, wildly original novel about losing and finding yourself, the inevitability of change, and how with enough time to learn, we just might find happiness.


So to begin with, I read this book mistakenly thinking it was by Matt Ruff, not Matt Haig - if you're thinking I do this kind of thing rather more often than is understandable and allowable, you are entirely correct. Matt Ruff has written several books I have very much enjoyed, and I was looking forward to his treatment of this plot. Matt Haig has written some other books, one of which I read and the review included the phrase "desperately awkward and sad". In addition, when I looked at this book on my list I wondered why it was three stars since I thought I remembered enjoying it much more than that. That turns out to have been another book, which I will be reviewing in the four-star section. Sensing a theme? Anticipating a review anyway? Sorry to disappoint you. 


Dark Debts by Karen Hall: Synopsis from Goodreads - The Supernatural Thriller of the Decade
Every few years, a book bursts onto the scene that captures the imagination so powerfully and singularly that it takes on its own life in the minds of millions of readers: The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy; The Secret History by Donna Tartt; The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty.
Dark Debts is such a book. Author Karen Hall masterfully combines horror, southern gothic, romantic comedy, and theological mystery in the form of a supernatural thriller. Terrifying, irreverent, and deeply spiritual, Dark Debts grabs the reader from the very beginning and doesn't let go until the last remarkable page.
A superstar among television writers, the only woman ever to work on the staffs of M*A*S*H and Hill Street Blues, Karen Hall spent five years creating this vividly original story of faith confronting evil in Atlanta and Los Angeles. Her characters include:
*Michael, a sexy Jesuit priest who is having an affair with a beautiful New Yorker editor.
*Cam, a reclusive southern writer who survived a murderous family only to leap to his death under mysterious circumstances.
*Randa, an obsessive newspaper reporter on the trail of Cam's family secret.
*Jack, a lost soul who meets the love of his life just as he realizes he's losing his mind.
Dark Debts will give readers nightmares and fantasies, provoke fear and laughter, inspire doubt and faith.


The supernatural thriller of the decade? I don't know. It felt extremely dated to me, so maybe it was literally a supernatural thriller FOR that decade. It had the feel of what my old audio publishing boss used to call a "thumping good yarn", but it also sort of smelled of cigarettes and scotch and sexism, you know? A sexy Jesuit priest having an affair with a beautiful New Yorker editor? The plot was solid and followed through, although the romance felt a little too forced to me - in part because circumstances actually did conspire literally to force it. and for some reason I hated the name Randa, but I realize that's not really a valid criticism. Apparently the author has written a thoroughly updated version 25 years later, including a new major character and a reworked ending. I'm kind of interested in what she changed, but not sure I really care enough to find out. 


The Last Final Girl by Stephen Graham Jones: Synopsis from Goodreads - "The Last Final Girl is like Quentin Tarantino's take on The Cabin in the Woods. Bloody, absurd, and smart. Plus, there's a killer in a Michael Jackson mask." - Carlton Mellick III, author of Apeshit
Life in a slasher film is easy. You just have to know when to die.
Aerial View: A suburban town in Texas. Everyone's got an automatic garage door opener. All the kids jump off a perilous cliff into a shallow river as a rite of passage. The sheriff is a local celebrity. You know this town. You're from this town.
Zoom In: Homecoming princess, Lindsay. She's just barely escaped death at the hands of a brutal, sadistic murderer in a Michael Jackson mask. Up on the cliff, she was rescued by a horse and bravely defeated the killer, alone, bra-less. Her story is already a legend. She's this town's heroic final girl, their virgin angel.
Monster Vision: Halloween masks floating down that same river the kids jump into. But just as one slaughter is not enough for Billie Jean, our masked killer, one victory is not enough for Lindsay. Her high school is full of final girls, and she's not the only one who knows the rules of the game.
When Lindsay chooses a host of virgins, misfits, and former final girls to replace the slaughtered members of her original homecoming court, it's not just a fight for survival-it's a fight to become The Last Final Girl.



Should have been right up my alley. The concept was cool and all the right notes are here, but the screenplay conceit made things a little confusing. I'm intrigued by the concept of the final girl - still looking for someone to do a really great job of fleshing it out.

We Will All Go Down Together by Gemma Files: Synopsis from Goodreads - Every family has its monsters...and some are nothing but. In the woods outside Overdeere, Ontario, there are trees that speak, a village that doesn't appear on any map, and a hill that opens wide, entrapping unwary travellers. Music drifts up from deep underground, while dreams - and nightmares - take on solid shape, flitting through the darkness. It's a place most people usually know better than to go, at least locally - until tonight, when five bloodlines mired in ancient strife will finally converge once more. Devize, Glouwer, Rusk, Druir, Roke - these are the clans who make up the notorious Five-Family Coven. Four hundred years ago, this alliance of witches, changelings, and sorcerers sought to ruin and recreate the Earth in their own image, thwarted only by treachery that sent half of them to be burned alive. Driven apart by rage and hatred, their descendants have continued to feud, intermarry, and breed with each other throughout the centuries, their mutual dislike becoming ever more destructively intimate. But now, from downtown Toronto to the wilds beyond, where reality's walls grow thin, dark forces are drawing the Coven's last heirs to a final confrontation. Psychics, ex-possessees, defrocked changeling priests, shamans for hire, body-stealing witches, and monster-slaying nuns - the bastard children of a thousand evil angels - all are haunted by a ghost beyond any one person's power to exorcize unless they agree to stand together once more - at least long enough to wreak vengeance upon themselves!

Well. First of all, I love Gemma Files. I used to read her columns in the free papers when I lived in Toronto, and when I started reading her fiction I was vastly impressed - it was really well-written and right in the genre I really enjoy. I don't think I've ever come across one of her stories in an anthology and not been blown away. I've also read several other mosaic novels - short stories all in the same universe - and liked them. In the end this was, I don't know - too much of a muchness, maybe. I liked the first few stories quite a bit. Then it all went on, and on, and on, and I started to lose track of who was in which family and there seemed to be a lot of information dumps, and by the end I was just desperate for it to be over. I guess I'll go back to her stories one by one in anthologies, or reading other stuff between stories. 

Frozen Charlotte by Alex Bell: Synopsis from Goodreads - We're waiting for you to come and play. Dunvegan School for Girls has been closed for many years. Converted into a family home, the teachers and students are long gone. But they left something behind...Sophie arrives at the old schoolhouse to spend the summer with her cousins. Brooding Cameron with his scarred hand, strange Lilias with a fear of bones and Piper, who seems just a bit too good to be true. And then there's her other cousin. The girl with a room full of antique dolls. The girl that shouldn't be there. The girl that died. 

Three and a half stars. A "light" Gothic horror YA. Nicely creepy little tale. I read it for a Bingo square that was "A weather term in the title". Warning - there are dolls. 


The House Next Door by Darcy Coates: Synopsis from Goodreads - I live next to a haunted house.
I began to suspect something was wrong with the gothic building when its family fled in the middle of the night, the children screaming, the mother crying. They never came back to pack up their furniture.
No family stays long. Animals avoid the place. Once, I thought I saw a woman's silhouette pacing through the upstairs room... but that seems impossible; no one was living there at the time.
A new occupant, Anna, has just moved in. I paid her a visit to warn her about the building. I didn't expect us to become friends, but we did. And now that Marwick House is waking up, she's asked me to stay with her.
I never intended to become involved with the building or its vengeful, dead inhabitant. But now I have to save Anna... before it's too late for the both of us.


Three and a half stars. I think Hannah recommended this (HI HANNAH). This is a bona fide haunted house story - scary without being melodramatic - with the added bonus of a great story of female friendship. I really enjoyed it and will look for more from the author. 


The Best Horror of the Year Volume 9 Edited by Ellen Datlow: Synopsis from Goodreads - An elderly man aggressively defends his private domain against all comers—including his daughter;a policeman investigates an impossible horror show of a crime; a father witnesses one of the worst things a parent can imagine; the abuse of one child fuels another’s yearning; an Iraqi war veteran seeks a fellow soldier in his hometown but finds more than she bargains for . . .
The Best Horror of the Year showcases the previous year’s best offerings in short fiction horror. This edition includes award-winning and critically acclaimed authors Adam L. G. Nevill, Livia Llewellyn, Peter Straub, Gemma Files, Brian Hodge, and more.
For more than three decades, award-winning editor and anthologist Ellen Datlow has had her finger on the pulse of the latest and most terrifying in horror writing. Night Shade Books is proud to present the ninth volume in this annual series, a new collection of stories to keep you up at night.


Okay, I reread the first few stories in this last night and they were flat-out brilliant (just thinking about The Nesters by Siobhan Carroll made me shiver just now - terrifyingly vivid eco-horror), so basically I don't know what the hell I was on about giving this four stars, and I would remove it and place it in the other post right now but I'm too lazy and I don't think anybody really cares that much. Ms. Datlow, I apologize profusely. I buy or borrow these anthologies every year as soon as they hit the shelves, and they're amazing. 


Black Mad Wheel by Josh Malerman: Synopsis from Goodreads - From the author of the hit literary horror debut Bird Box(“Hitchcockian.” — USA Today ) comes a chilling novel about a group of musicians conscripted by the US government to track down the source of a strange and debilitating soundThe Danes—the band known as the “Darlings of Detroit”—are washed up and desperate for inspiration, eager to once again have a number one hit. That is, until an agent from the US Army approaches them. Will they travel to an African desert and track down the source of a mysterious and malevolent sound? Under the guidance of their front man, Philip Tonka, the Danes embark on a harrowing journey through the scorching desert—a trip that takes Tonka into the heart of an ominous and twisted conspiracy.Meanwhile, in a nondescript Midwestern hospital, a nurse named Ellen tends to a patient recovering from a near-fatal accident. The circumstances that led to his injuries are mysterious—and his body heals at a remarkable rate. Ellen will do the impossible for this enigmatic patient, who reveals more about his accident with each passing day.Part Heart of Darkness, part Lost, Josh Malerman’s breathtaking new novel plunges us into the depths of psychological horror, where you can’t always believe everything you hear.


I think I might just have to accept that I don't click with Josh Malerman. Bird Box seemed to tick all the right boxes for my favourite kind of scary book, and yet it left me cold. Same thing here - interesting premise, but the reading experience felt sterile. The characters are kind of flat - I feel like there wasn't really enough interaction to give a sense of them as bandmates, or even as people, so it was hard to feel for any of them when horrible things happened, which is what good horror really is for me. There were threads and themes here that could have been very effective if employed more evenly - the whole war as a wheel thing - but as it was they felt sort of dropped in, like seasoning when a meal is already nearly cooked.

The Night Parade by Ronald Malfi: Synopsis from Goodreads - First the birds disappeared.
Then the insects took over.
Then the madness began . . .

They call it Wanderer's Folly--a disease of delusions, of daydreams and nightmares. A plague threatening to wipe out the human race. 
After two years of creeping decay, David Arlen woke up one morning thinking that the worst was over. By midnight, he's bleeding and terrified, his wife is dead, and he's on the run in a stolen car with his eight-year-old daughter, who may be the key to a cure. 
Ellie is a special girl. Deep. Insightful. And she knows David is lying to her. Lying about her mother. Lying about what they're running from. And lying about what he sees when he takes his eyes off the road . 


This was an intriguing attempt, along the lines of Stephen King or someone else that I thought of while I was reading it and didn't write down and now can't remember. It has some good elements - a frightening epidemic, a good family man on a journey to protect his daughter, a tragic back-story. Just one of those times when I couldn't quite put my finger on why I liked it but didn't love it. 


Strange Weather by Joe Hill: Synopsis from Goodreads - A collection of four chilling novels, ingeniously wrought gems of terror from the brilliantly imaginative, Joe Hill
Snapshot is the disturbing story of a Silicon Valley adolescent who finds himself threatened by “The Phoenician,” a tattooed thug who possesses a Polaroid Instant Camera that erases memories, snap by snap.
A young man takes to the skies to experience his first parachute jump. . . and winds up a castaway on an impossibly solid cloud, a Prospero’s island of roiling vapor that seems animated by a mind of its own in Aloft.
On a seemingly ordinary day in Boulder, Colorado, the clouds open up in a downpour of nails—splinters of bright crystal that shred the skin of anyone not safely under cover. Rain explores this escalating apocalyptic event, as the deluge of nails spreads out across the country and around the world.
In Loaded, a mall security guard in a coastal Florida town courageously stops a mass shooting and becomes a hero to the modern gun rights movement. But under the glare of the spotlights, his story begins to unravel, taking his sanity with it. When an out-of-control summer blaze approaches the town, he will reach for the gun again and embark on one last day of reckoning.


More like two-and-a-half. Overall this made me quite sad. Obviously Joe Hill is welcome to write whatever he wants, but I'm frankly baffled as to why he started out writing literate horror with a fresh, subtle voice and then seemingly turned to emulating his father to a ridiculous degree. I mean, one story - one novel, even - I would have considered a blip. But this? A "Different Seasons" called "Strange Weather" instead? It would be funny, but since there's nothing in here that rivals Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption or The Body, it's just disappointing.

"Snapshot" is a good-enough story (even though it faux-cleverly rips off Stephen King's "The Sun Dog"), but it feels like it's missing an entire middle section - the introduction is good, the conclusion is fine, but there's no slow build-up to the climactic confrontation. It begins, then it ends.

"Loaded" is certainly timely, but it feels a little too on-the-nose, as if it's a straight working-out of Hill's feelings about gun violence. And I hated the ending.

"Aloft" was probably the most interesting, and I don't have any specific quarrel with it. Just didn't blow me away.

"Rain" felt like a straight riff on The Mist - bewildering natural phenomenon starts killing people, survivors behave badly or well, the end - but actually gave a bit more of a satisfying conclusion.

I'm done buying Hill's stuff. I will keep hoping that he cuts out this gimmicky bullshit and returns to the promise of Horns and Heart-Shaped Box, so I'll keep reading, but only from the library.


Here, for comparison between two three-star reviews, is Steph's review from Goodreads: I agree with my friend Allison (hi, Allison!) that this book reads a lot like Stephen King. It's not just the structure of a four-novella collection (like Different Seasons) or the story about a haunted polaroid camera (like "Sun Dog"). It just feels like a Stephen King book. The writing is so similar. And the author photo even looks like a young Stephen King. Of course, Joe Hill looks like his dad, that's just natural. But the haircut, the glasses, the beard, the coat. It looks just like the illustrations of Stephen King, the meta-fictional character at the end of the Dark Tower books. So that's kind of a weird thing to do.

But I don't know if I should complain about all this or not because I've only read a couple Joe Hill books and while I remember liking them overall, some of the stories ("Button Boy" maybe? -- I don't really want to go back and check) were too disturbing for me. Plus, I like Stephen King. I like him a lot.

All this aside, I did enjoy the book, all four novellas. The protagonists of "Snapshot," "Aloft," and "Rain" were appealing (there's no real protagonist of "Loaded") and the stories unfold at a nice pace. I didn't think the end of "Snapshot" quite made sense and "Loaded" was a little heavy-handed in its message, but I see what he was trying to do-- to show all the things that can go wrong when guns are too easily available, and I mean ALL--so there's no subtle way to do that. I think I liked "Rain" best. I appreciated how all the disperse elements came together in the end in a surprising and satisfying way. In "Aloft," my second favorite, I liked how even in the most extraordinary circumstances he's experiencing, Aubrey keeps dwelling on his very ordinary backstory. It's how people are, the mundane emotional upsets of your life have outsize importance to you because they're yours.

I wavered between three and four stars, but I fell on the three side.

She is NOT WRONG about Button Boy - Allison

The Dazzling Darkness by Paula Cappa: Synopsis from Goodreads - A secret lies buried beneath the haunting statuary in Old Willow Cemetery. In Concord, Massachusetts, the surrounding woods are alive with the spirits of transcendentalists Emerson, Thoreau, and Alcott. Elias Hatch, the cemetery keeper, is the last of modern-day transcendentalists. Does he know the secret power buried in Old Willow Cemetery? Would he ever reveal it? 
Next door to this cemetery is a lovely gabled house. When the Brooke family moves in, the secret of Old Willow strikes. On a cold afternoon in March, five-year-old Henry Brooke does not arrive home from the school bus stop. Antonia Brooke is frantic her child is missing, or—the unspeakable—stolen. Adam Brooke spends a harrowing night searching the Concord woods, fear gripping him as hours pass with no leads. 
Finally, a police dog tracks Henry’s scent inside Old Willow Cemetery. Detective Mike Balducci suspects that Elias Hatch knows the truth about what happened to Henry. Balducci knows Hatch’s metaphysical beliefs. What Balducci discovers buried in the cemetery is beyond the grave, beyond apparitions or shadowy drifts rushing through the pine trees. 
There are the dazzled faces in the darkened air … and their secret.
The Dazzling Darkness is a supernatural mystery that parallels science with spirituality by exploring consciousness, death, and the afterlife.


This was pretty cool, actually. A little missing-child mystery, a little whiff of the supernatural, and a little something extra. It wasn't quite like anything I'd read before, which, well, I read a lot, so it's refreshing to find something like that. 

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Books Read in 2018: Three Stars Part One

Marilyn asked whether I kept notes about my books somewhere other than Goodreads, since it's clear that I don't always review the books I read there.

HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I am honoured that anyone would think I'd be that organized. When I started doing these posts I didn't have nearly enough notes, and would have to look at the book covers and plot descriptions again and search my memory for relevant thoughts. Then I started making better review notes on Goodreads so I wouldn't be at sea during the posts. Then perimenopause started creeping up. My procedure now is that I look up the book, look to see whether there's a review, and if there isn't one I curse past me and if there is one I want to make out with past me. Several times I have been certain that I wrote a review and then POOF - no review. I assume that I wrote the review in my head but didn't actually get around to typing it out - so Marilyn (HI MARILYN) I feel you SO HARD on the mind slipping thing. Looking at the book on Goodreads usually refreshes my memory enough to put together at least a short review. 

Three Star Plays (Play)

Our Town By Thornton Wilder: Synopsis from Goodreads - Our Town was first produced and published in 1938 to wide acclaim. This Pulitzer Prize-winning drama of life in the small village of Grover's Corners, an allegorical representation of all life, has become a classic. It is Thornton Wilder's most renowned and most frequently performed play.

Full disclosure - I actually got a collection of three Wilder plays, but I only read Our Town. I realized I had seen numerous works where it was discussed or produced, and read one really great zombie parody of it, but had never read the actual play. It was pretty good - I mean, it's probably very good, but it's hard to untangle all the associations clinging to it from my actual reaction. It felt a little dated (I was going to say "of course", but there's not necessarily any "of course" about it - maybe some people would feel that it's timeless) - but I liked the simplicity and bittersweetness. 

Three Star Fiction


The Disappeared by Kim Echlin: Synopsis from Goodreads - A sixteen year old girl falls in love with a Cambodian student. 
A revolutionary closes the borders of a country for four years. 
Families, friends, lovers disappear. 
Kim Echlin’s powerful new novel tells the story of Anne Greves, from Montreal, who meets Serey, a Cambodian student forced into exile when he cannot return home during Pol Pot’s time of terror. Anne and Serey meet in a jazz club where their shared passion for music turns into a passion for each other, against the will of her father. But when the borders of Cambodia open, Serey is compelled to return home, alone, to try to find his family. Left behind, and without word from her lover, Anne tries to build a new life but she cannot forget her first love. She decides to travel to the war-ravaged country that claimed Serey. What she finds there is a traumatized and courageous people struggling to create new freedoms out of the tragedy that claimed their traditional ways, their livelihood, and a seventh of their population.
“Despair is an unwitnessed life,” writes Anne as she searches for the truth, about her lover, and about herself. “If we live long enough, we have to tell, or turn to stone inside.”
From its first page, The Disappeared takes us into the land of kings and temples, fought over for generations. It reveals the forces that act on love everywhere: family, politics, forgetting. Universal in its questions about how to claim the past, how to honor our dead, and how to go on after those we love disappear, it is a story written in spare and rhythmic prose. The Disappeared is a remarkable consideration of language, truth, justice, and memory that speaks to the conscience of the world, and to love, even when those we love most are gone.


I'm of two minds about this book - actually, maybe of several minds. The writing itself deserves four stars easily, it's a beautiful book and the writing is exquisite. At points it was a bit like Fugitive Pieces, where the writing becomes so poetic that it nearly obscures the story. And then there's the romance. Anne and Serey meet when he is twenty-one and she is sixteen. They have a fairly brief relationship and then he goes back to Cambodia and she doesn't see him again until ten years later. I admit that I might just be too old and cynical for the 'love conquers (nearly) all' trope, for the headstrong woman who will do literally anything for the man she loves. The description of Cambodia, landscape and people, was vivid and affecting. Maybe because Echlin is not from Cambodia she felt like she could only tell the story from the perspective of a foreigner, which is fair. Maybe I just didn't like the character of Anne that much - she doesn't seem to think or care much about her actions affect other people, which is understandable when you're sixteen but somewhat less so when you're twenty-six. I think the story of the Pol Pot regime needs to be told often and extensively. I'm just not sure this lens was the most effective one for me. 


Three Star Children's Books


Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Parts One and Two by J.K. Rowling: Synopsis from Goodreads The eighth story, nineteen years later …
Based on an original new story by J.K. Rowling, Jack Thorne and John Tiffany, a new play by Jack Thorne, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is the eighth story in the Harry Potter series and the first official Harry Potter story to be presented on stage. The play will receive its world premiere in London’s West End on July 30, 2016.
It was always difficult being Harry Potter and it isn’t much easier now that he is an overworked employee of the Ministry of Magic, a husband and father of three school-age children.
While Harry grapples with a past that refuses to stay where it belongs, his youngest son Albus must struggle with the weight of a family legacy he never wanted. As past and present fuse ominously, both father and son learn the uncomfortable truth: sometimes, darkness comes from unexpected places.

Meh. Then a tiny bit of 'aw'. But mostly meh. I went in with low hopes, so I wasn't disappointed. The Harry Potter magic was very real but very much of its original time for me - I didn't think lightning would strike twice. 

A Mutiny in Time (Infinity Ring #1) by James Dashner: Synopsis from Goodreads - Scholastic's next multi-platform mega-event begins here! History is broken, and three kids must travel back in time to set it right! 
When best friends Dak Smyth and Sera Froste stumble upon the secret of time travel -- a hand-held device known as the Infinity Ring -- they're swept up in a centuries-long secret war for the fate of mankind. Recruited by the Hystorians, a secret society that dates back to Aristotle, the kids learn that history has gone disastrously off course.Now it's up to Dak, Sera, and teenage Hystorian-in-training Riq to travel back in time to fix the Great Breaks . . . and to save Dak's missing parents while they're at it. First stop: Spain, 1492, where a sailor named Christopher Columbus is about to be thrown overboard in a deadly mutiny!

I grabbed this off the shelf to read on my lunch break at work, so this is the first I've seen of this "Scholastic's next multi-platform mega-event", which expression makes me vaguely nauseous. I didn't love all of the Maze Runner trilogy, but the first book was pretty solid, and, well, time travel! I quite liked this, especially the description of the 'Remnants' - a feeling of longing created by an unknown disruption in a person's history. As a series it could be a really effective way of teaching history - this book deals with putting Christopher Columbus's discovery of America right, but the possibilities are endless. I will be recommending this to middle-grade readers.

Crispin (The Cross of Lead #1) by Avi: Synopsis from Goodreads - "Asta's Son" is all he's ever been called. The lack of a name is appropriate, because he and his mother are but poor peasants in 14th century medieval England. But this thirteen-year-old boy who thought he had little to lose soon finds himself with even less - no home, no family, or possessions. Accused of a crime he did not commit, he may be killed on sight, by anyone. If he wishes to remain alive, he must flee his tiny village. All the boy takes with him is a newly revealed name - Crispin - and his mother's cross of lead.

Newbery Medal Winner 2003. It was a really good example of a story that humanizes a certain period of history. It's not overly complicated but has a good relationship between Crispin and his rescuer Bear, and a digestible description of politics and court intrigue. 

Orphan Island by Laurel Snyder: Synopsis from Goodreads - On the island, everything is perfect. The sun rises in a sky filled with dancing shapes; the wind, water, and trees shelter and protect those who live there; when the nine children go to sleep in their cabins, it is with full stomachs and joy in their hearts. And only one thing ever changes: on that day, each year, when a boat appears from the mist upon the ocean carrying one young child to join them—and taking the eldest one away, never to be seen again.
Today’s Changing is no different. The boat arrives, taking away Jinny’s best friend, Deen, replacing him with a new little girl named Ess, and leaving Jinny as the new Elder. Jinny knows her responsibility now—to teach Ess everything she needs to know about the island, to keep things as they’ve always been. But will she be ready for the inevitable day when the boat will come back—and take her away forever from the only home she’s known?

This was quite beautiful in many ways (I can still see many of the scenes in my head - it would make a visually stunning movie - and look at that cover, for goodness sake) but ultimately I found it disappointing. It's an intriguing set-up, and an enjoyable story as far as it goes. There were certain passages about burgeoning adolescent emotions that were breathtakingly insightful. As I passed the halfway mark, I started to feel apprehensive about the ending, and my suspicions were unhappily confirmed. I can sort of guess at what the author was aiming for, but I'm not sure it was really earned.

Young Adult Fantasy/Horror



The Swan Riders (Prisoners of Peace #2) by Erin Bow: Synopsis from Goodreads - Greta Stuart had always known her future: die young. She was her country's crown princess, and also its hostage, destined to be the first casualty in an inevitable war. But when the war came it broke all the rules, and Greta forged a different path.
She is no longer princess. No longer hostage. No longer human. Greta Stuart has become an AI.
If she can survive the transition, Greta will earn a place alongside Talis, the AI who rules the world. Talis is a big believer in peace through superior firepower. But some problems are too personal to obliterate from orbit, and for those there are the Swan Riders: a small band of humans who serve the AIs as part army, part cult.
Now two of the Swan Riders are escorting Talis and Greta across post-apocalyptic Saskatchewan. But Greta’s fate has stirred her nation into open rebellion, and the dry grassland may hide insurgents who want to rescue her – or see her killed. Including Elian, the boy she saved—the boy who wants to change the world, with a knife if necessary. Even the infinitely loyal Swan Riders may not be everything they seem.
Greta’s fate—and the fate of her world—are balanced on the edge of a knife in this smart, sly, electrifying adventure.

Part of me thinks I should have reread The Scorpion Rules before reading this, and part of me thinks it wouldn't have helped all that much. It might be the fact that I am perpetually wading through peri-menopausal brain fog at the moment, but I found it really hard to keep track of the A.I. personalities who borrowed bodies, and keep the A.I. separate from the bodies, and then there was more than one Talis and Jesus, forget about it. I didn't enjoy this as much as The Scorpion Rules. I did like the ethical debates, and the back-and-forth between Greta and Talis, the immortal, towering intelligence that has to take more than just human feelings into account without (hopefully) becoming a monster, and the witty banter. But as a story it didn't hang together quite as well, and not just because I missed Princess Xie. Plain Kate is still Bow's masterpiece, in my opinion.

Cryer's Cross by Lisa McMann: Synopsis from Goodreads - Kendall loves her life in small town Cryer's Cross, Montana, but she also longs for something more. She knows the chances of going to school in New York are small, but she's not the type to give up easily. Even though it will mean leaving Nico, the world's sweetest boyfriend, behind.
But when Cryer's Cross is rocked by unspeakable tragedy, Kendall shoves her dreams aside and focuses on just one goal: help find her missing friends. Even if it means spending time with the one boy she shouldn't get close to... the one boy who makes her question everything she feels for Nico.
Determined to help and to stay true to the boy she's always loved, Kendall keeps up the search--and stumbles upon some frightening local history. She knows she can't stop digging, but Kendall is about to find out just how far the townspeople will go to keep their secrets buried.

I saw this in the library and considered grabbing it multiple times before I actually did. It wasn't as good as I hoped or as disappointing as I feared. The best thing was probably the depiction of the small town through setting and relationships. The new romance suffered, in my opinion, from familiarity - the sexy-but-arrogant new boy with a well-hidden heart of gold, the main female character being reduced to adorable spluttering rage by said arrogance, lather, rinse, repeat. The horror plot was a little different and worked well enough. 

There's Someone Inside Your House by Stephanie Perkins: Synopsis from Goodreads - Love hurts...
Makani Young thought she'd left her dark past behind her in Hawaii, settling in with her grandmother in landlocked Nebraska. She's found new friends and has even started to fall for mysterious outsider Ollie Larsson. But her past isn't far behind.
Then, one by one, the students of Osborne Hugh begin to die in a series of gruesome murders, each with increasingly grotesque flair. As the terror grows closer and her feelings for Ollie intensify, Makani is forced to confront her own dark secrets.

Three-and-a-half stars. This was kind of dumb and yet I still quite enjoyed it - it was like a really fun, fairly light horror movie. The relationship between Makani and her grandmother is lovely, and the parts about her parents are uncomfortably realistic. The romance worked really well for me - it seemed natural and sweet and believable. I found the vignettes introducing the characters who die a little jarring, in the way I always do when an author introduces a sympathetic character just to bump them off, but I prefer that to mindless mowing down of nothing characters. There were parts about the end that I found weird, but overall it was a fun read.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Books Read in 2018: Unrated and Two Stars

First, about comments from yesterday's post:

HI NICOLE. The Book Bingo was started by a friend of a friend who very sadly died of breast cancer this past year. Every year people make suggestions such as "written before you were born", "with a weather term in the title" or "by an Aboriginal author" and someone makes up a bingo card. It's a fun exercise searching out books to fit the terms (or doing mental gymnastics to make a book you've already read work) and, like book club, leads me to books I wouldn't have read otherwise, as well as giving me another great reading community. I've also read a lot of library ebooks, then stopped for a while when my app started glitching, then resumed when there was a new app that works well again. The only downside I've found is that I'm increasingly reluctant to go to the actual library now, so if there's a book that isn't available in e-format I'm too lazy to go get it, or when I do, I'm too lazy to return it. Which is really more of a downside to me than to the app, now that I think about it.

HI MARY LYNN. Thank-you for commenting twice! I wholeheartedly agree that most everyone should get a few more to several more days off. Forty books with a full time job? That's amazing! I wish you didn't feel the need to "confess" that some books were audio format. Anyone who's snobby enough to think that listening is a lesser form of reading is a snobby snob and we don't hold with that nonsense here (I'm trying to swear less this year. Ha ha, fuck that sideways, kidding). I actually really liked The Goldfinch, which surprised me hugely considering how much I disliked The Secret History, but it was indeed a tome.

HI MARILYN. I adore the bizarre asymmetrical symmetry of you commenting right under Mary Lynn. WORD about the two weeks off at Christmas. I work in the public school board - I'm surprised and dismayed to hear that your public schools don't have library staff. The schools here are fairly desperate for them at the moment.

HI SHANNON. It's easy to slip into a weird non-reading rut, and you are a busy busy woman, so it's natural that something would have to give. I'm glad you're not feeling the need to soothe your anxiety with books - now you can decide to read for pure pleasure!

HI CHM. Same total as Mary Lynn! I'm going to go all semiotic on this comments section and find the secret to the universe or a demonic plot or something. I did in fact find that having a reading goal this year sent me a little batty, as much as I told myself it was arbitrary and meaningless. I even had a weird and unlovely stab of jealousy when my lovely friend Nicole (HI NICOLE AGAIN) read as many as books as me while teaching a bunch of yoga classes and having children younger than mine and generally being one of THE nicest, sweetest, smartest, most wonderful people in the world. Then I got over it because I don't own reading and I'm working on my self-esteem, but clearly the book goal does not bring out the best in me. TWO book clubs? That is something! I do also love book club for pushing me out of my reading comfort zone, but I'm not sure I could handle two - in my experience, long-running book clubs tend to hold some strong personalities. I'm sorry to hear about the Christmas anxiety - it is a fraught time of year and I'm always aware of things being susceptible to tipping one way or another under the smallest of stresses.

HI STEPH. Angus was home on December 14th and goes back on the 7th, so a nice long break. We've had family movies and dinners, he's seen friends and came to our friends' annual Christmas party - he even played a BOARD GAME with the cousins on Christmas Day. It's been really, really nice. 64 is a great total, and I like the simplicity of 52 as well. It will be interesting to see how your reading life evolves when you only have to decide what you want to read, and yes, I do feel like crying when I think that Noah won't be there next year to read books with, so I can't even imagine how it makes you feel, HUGE HUGS.

The Actual Book Review Part

As always, I`m aware that just because I don`t like a book doesn't mean it's inherently a bad book. Several of the books I gave one or two stars to had multiple multiple-star ratings on Goodreads. Sometimes I'm just in the wrong mood for it, sometimes it`s just not the right fit for my reading taste, and sometimes, well, I do think it's an objectively bad book with few to no redeeming qualities, but other people inexplicably disagree so I let it go because I'm just gracious like that.

Unrated/Did Not Finish


Something Coming Through by Paul McAuley: Synopsis from Goodreads - One of our finest SF writers moves closer to home. London is devastated. New worlds are being explored. And the aliens have arrived...
The aliens are here. And they want to help. The extraordinary new project from one of the country's most acclaimed and consistently brilliantly SF novelists of the last 30 years.
The Jackaroo have given humanity 15 worlds and the means to reach them. They're a chance to start over, but they're also littered with ruins and artifacts left by the Jackaroo's previous clients.
Miracles that could reverse the damage caused by war, climate change, and rising sea levels. Nightmares that could for ever alter humanity - or even destroy it.
Chloe Millar works in London, mapping changes caused by imported scraps of alien technology. When she stumbles across a pair of orphaned kids possessed by an ancient ghost, she must decide whether to help them or to hand them over to the authorities. Authorities who believe that their visions point towards a new kind of danger.
And on one of the Jackaroo's gift-worlds, the murder of a man who has just arrived from Earth leads policeman Vic Gayle to a war between rival gangs over possession of a remote excavation site.
Something is coming through. Something linked to the visions of Chloe's orphans, and Vic Gayle's murder investigation. Something that will challenge the limits of the Jackaroo's benevolence.

This was one of the most profoundly disappointing reading experiences I had this year. I'm not even sure if I'm disappointed by the book or myself. I saw this book advertised even before it was published and thought it sounded fascinating. Even the title seemed deliciously mysterious, perhaps a touch foreboding, rich with promise and gravitas. I waited and waited for it to become available at the library or for the price to be lowered on Kindle, but neither happened so I finally popped for full price. But reading the synopsis, which of course I did, it's obvious that the Jackaroo (which is kind of a dumb unmusical name for an alien race, isn't it?) had already arrived. What did I think I was going to get? I don't know, but what I got made reading feel like wading through treacle. I would swear I had read a hundred pages and it had been, like, six. There were journalistic politics and murder investigations, both of which I am generally here for in literature, but here they just went on and on and never resolved or even escalated and there was no actual, you know, alien stuff. I finally gave up a little more than halfway through. I might go back to it.

The Loney by Andrew Michael Hurley: Synopsis from Goodreads - "If it had another name, I never knew, but the locals called it the Loney - that strange nowhere between the Wyre and the Lune where Hanny and I went every Easter time with Mummer, Farther, Mr and Mrs Belderboss and Father Wilfred, the parish priest"
It was impossible to truly know the place. It changed with each influx and retreat, and the neap tides would reveal the skeletons of those who thought they could escape its insidious currents. No one ever went near the water. No one apart from us, that is.
I suppose I always knew that what happened there wouldn't stay hidden for ever, no matter how much I wanted it to. No matter how hard I tried to forget...

I think I mistook Andrew Michael Hurley for Stephen Graham Jones, another triple-named author of dark fiction that I have always enjoyed. This wasn't bad - it was very slow-paced and very bleak but clearly that was the intent. It's just that my mood was also bleak at the time, and I eventually had to give it up in self-defense. 

Two Star Reads

Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli: Synopsis from Goodreads - A celebration of nonconformity; a tense, emotional tale about the fleeting, cruel nature of popularity--and the thrill and inspiration of first love. Ages 12+
Leo Borlock follows the unspoken rule at Mica Area High School: don't stand out--under any circumstances! Then Stargirl arrives at Mica High and everything changes--for Leo and for the entire school. After 15 years of home schooling, Stargirl bursts into tenth grade in an explosion of color and a clatter of ukulele music, enchanting the Mica student body.
But the delicate scales of popularity suddenly shift, and Stargirl is shunned for everything that makes her different. Somewhere in the midst of Stargirl's arrival and rise and fall, normal Leo Borlock has tumbled into love with her.
In a celebration of nonconformity, Jerry Spinelli weaves a tense, emotional tale about the fleeting, cruel nature of popularity--and the thrill and inspiration of first love.

Both my kids read this, and what they said about it sounded interesting, so I read it at work while library subbing. I really thought I would like it. Stargirl was a little too Manic Pixie Dream Girl, though, and many of the ways she 'stood out' seemed too contrived. I loved the idea, and this would probably still be great for middle-graders to read just to see an example of someone who dares to be different, but for me it's not a standout book that speaks to different readers at different levels; it's a great concept executed a little clunkily.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Charles Sheffield: Synopsis from Goodreads - A man from Earth's distant past is humanity's only hope for a future...
Drake Merlin's wife, the love of his life, is dying of a rare, fatal disease for which there is no cure. Not now, in the 21st century. But surely in the future...
For Drake there is only one solution: have Ana's body frozen until she can be cured. And he will go with her into the cryowomb. It is a desperate gamble born of folly, obsession...and love.
Thus begins an epic journey across eons, as Drake is revived again and again, only to find that Ana is beyond help. Millions of years past his first sleep, he learns there is hope for her restoration--at the Omega Point, where the universe collapses, merging past and present. But first he will be awakened to become humanity's unwilling savior. For an alien menace is laying the solar system to waste, and only an anachronism from the days of human barbarism can save an enlightened race....

I'm really disappointed to find that I didn't write a proper review for this on Goodreads - I could have sworn I had. I had good, wide-ranging, coherent thoughts - I swear I did! Why didn't I write them down? All I remember now is thinking that this wasn't really hard enough to quality as hard sci-fi - the concepts are hard but the science doesn't seem to be explained all that well - but it was too hard and plot-driven with not enough character development to be anything else. You can say "my wife was the love of my life" but you have to show in addition to telling or the reader doesn't really feel it. The biggest annoyance, as I recall (which I wouldn't have had to if I'd just freaking written it down, am I harping on this?) was that at one point in the narrative Merlin wonders if he might be unable to fit in well with future humanity because he keeps sleeping through thousands of years, and then when he is he seems to forget that this was a possibility, if not a certainty, and be thrown by it. This is one instance where the book has many fans and I'm sure I just wasn't the right reader for it, but I can definitely envision this concept being done in a way that would speak to me more effectively. This opens up a bunch of can-of-worms-type questions about the intentions and limits of hard sci-fi. 


Playing With Bones (Joe Plantaganet #2) by Kate Ellis: Synopsis from Goodreads - Is the Doll Strangler back? Or is a copycat killer on the loose...?
Singmass Close has a sinister past. Reputedly haunted by the ghosts of children, in the 50s it was the hunting ground of the Doll Strangler, a ruthless killer who was never brought to justice. Now DI Joe Plantagenet wonders whether a copycat killer is at work when the strangled body of teenager Natalie Parkes is found in the same close, a mutilated doll lying by her side.
With the recent disappearance of a young female model and an escaped convict at large, this new, horrific murder stretches Joe's team to their limit. But as the bodies start mounting up and Joe's questioning brings him closer to the real strangler, he comes to suspect a shockingly creepy connection between all three cases.


This came in as a hold at the library and I can't remember why I requested it. I kept it until it was overdue to finish it, and I have some regrets. The writing style feels very un-modern to me - information dumps about characters, very little subtlety - even though it was written in 2009. The superior-ranked female policewoman "smiles shyly" at her subordinate male officer a little too often. Numerous mention is made of suspects who "seem to be telling the truth" or "are clearly lying", which in the context of police work seems utterly ridiculous to me. An effort is made to outline the officers' lives outside of the case, but it's perfunctory and issues are too easily resolved. Nothing here worked really well for me. Although, having said that, I did find myself thinking the other day about a couple of sub-plots that dovetailed together neatly and unexpectedly, and were actually more enjoyable than the main plot, so there's that. 


Westlake Soul by Rio Youers: Synopsis from Goodreads - Westlake is in a permanent vegetative state. He can’t move, has no response to stimuli, and can only communicate with Hub, the faithful family dog. And like all superheroes, Westlake has an archenemy: Dr. Quietus—a nightmarish embodiment of Death itself.

I read this because there was another book by the same author I thought sounded interesting, but it was too expensive on Kindle and not available at the library and this was. Maybe it's just me. This sounded cool, and had some nice qualities, but ultimately was too sentimental for my taste - more a sweet meditation on what might be happening inside a locked-in person's brain than a legitimate fantasy story. Looking at the other reviews made me worried that my soul is more shriveled and blacker than I had previously thought. 


Snowblind (Dark Iceland #1) by Ragnar Jonasson: Synopsis from Goodreads - Siglufjörður: an idyllically quiet fishing village in Northern Iceland, where no one locks their doors – accessible only via a small mountain tunnel. Ari Thór Arason: a rookie policeman on his first posting, far from his girlfriend in Reykjavik – with a past that he’s unable to leave behind. When a young woman is found lying half-naked in the snow, bleeding and unconscious, and a highly esteemed, elderly writer falls to his death in the local theatre, Ari is dragged straight into the heart of a community where he can trust no one, and secrets and lies are a way of life. An avalanche and unremitting snowstorms close the mountain pass, and the 24-hour darkness threatens to push Ari over the edge, as curtains begin to twitch, and his investigation becomes increasingly complex, chilling and personal. Past plays tag with the present and the claustrophobic tension mounts, while Ari is thrust ever deeper into his own darkness – blinded by snow, and with a killer on the loose.

I always find descriptions of the landscape and culture of Iceland fascinating, so I was excited to read a mystery set there. Here's the thing - a crappy  mystery set anywhere is still a crappy mystery. The setting was great, but the characters were flat and the mystery was stale. It's quite a feat to have an avalanche and a closed mountain pass and still be pretty much lacking in suspense. 

Little Girl Gone (An Afton Tangler #1) by Gerry Schmitt: Synopsis from Goodreads - In the first Afton Tangler thriller, the unforgiving cold of a Minnesota winter hides the truth behind an even more chilling crime...
On a frozen night in an affluent neighborhood of Minneapolis, a baby is abducted from her home after her teenage babysitter is violently assaulted. The parents are frantic, the police are baffled, and, with the perpetrator already in the wind, the trail is getting colder by the second.
As family liaison officer with the Minneapolis P.D., it’s Afton Tangler’s job to deal with the emotional aftermath of terrible crimes—but she’s never faced a case quite as brutal as this. Each development is more heartbreaking than the last and the only lead is a collection of seemingly unrelated clues.
But, most disturbing of all, Afton begins to suspect that this case is not isolated.  Whoever did this has taken babies before—and if Afton doesn’t solve this crime soon, more children are sure to go missing 

I liked the name Afton Tangler. That was the best thing about the book. Eminently predictable and forgettable. 


Blame by Jeff Abbott: Synopsis from Goodreads - Sometimes the person you thought you knew best...Turns out to be someone you never really knew at all.
The crash that killed him
Two years ago, Jane Norton crashed her car on a lonely road, killing her friend David and leaving her with amnesia. At first, everyone was sympathetic. Then they found Jane's note: I wish we were dead together.
A girl to blame
From that day the town turned against her. But even now Jane is filled with questions: Why were they on that road? Why was she with David? Did she really want to die?
The secrets she should forget
Most of all, she must find out who has just written her an anonymous message: I know what really happened. I know what you don't remember.

I'm almost a big a sucker for amnesia as a plot device as I am for time travel - both being pretty much equally unlikely, as I understand it, at least as amnesia is usually depicted. This wasn't unreadable and I could probably have given it one more half star for sheer audacity. But it suffered from many of the usual pitfalls - Jane seems unable to meet a boy that she isn't irresistible to, the clues come too neatly and regularly, and the ending? Hoo boy. Still probably a solid beach read. 

The Breakdown by B.A. Paris: Synopsis from Goodreads - Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a downpour, with the woman sitting inside—the woman who was killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if she’d stopped.
But since then, she’s been forgetting every little thing: where she left the car, if she took her pills, the alarm code, why she ordered a pram when she doesn’t have a baby.
The only thing she can’t forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.
Or the silent calls she’s receiving, or the feeling that someone’s watching her…

I liked Behind Closed Doors well enough, but I might be out after this one. A device like possible hereditary dementia needs to be used more responsibly to be effective (from a literary standpoint, I mean, not a good taste one). Everything felt forced rather than organic. 


Keep Her Safe by Sophie Hannah: Synopsis from Goodreads - She's the most famous murder victim in America. What if she's not dead?
Pushed to the breaking point, Cara Burrows flees her home and family and escapes to a five-star spa resort she can't afford. Late at night, exhausted and desperate, she lets herself into her hotel room and is shocked to find it already occupied — by a man and a teenage girl.
A simple mistake at the front desk... but soon Cara realizes that the girl she saw alive and well in the hotel room is someone she can't possibly have seen: the most famous murder victim in the country, Melody Chapa, whose parents are serving natural life sentences for her murder.
Cara doesn't know what to trust — everything she's read and heard about the case, or the evidence of her own eyes. Did she really see Melody? And is she prepared to ask herself that question and answer it honestly if it means risking her own life?

Sophie Hannah writes well enough, but her uniqueness derives from one key element - a set-up that seems completely impossible, and then a plot that brings about a resolution to that set-up, that is convoluted and yet believable - but only just. When it fails, it leaves a bit of a godawful mess. This... was a bit of a godawful mess. 


One of Us Will Be Dead By Morning (Hater #4) by David Moody: Synopsis from Goodreads - In One of Us Will Be Dead by Morning, David Moody returns to the world of his Hater trilogy with a new fast-paced, and wonderfully dark story about humanity’s fight for survival in the face of the impending apocalypse.The fewer left alive, the higher the stakes. Kill the others, before one of them kills you.Fourteen people are trapped on Skek, a barren island in the middle of the North Sea somewhere between the coasts of the UK and Denmark. Over the years this place has served many purposes—a fishing settlement, a military outpost, a scientific base—but one by one its inhabitants have abandoned its inhospitable shores. Today it’s home to Hazleton Adventure Experiences, an extreme sports company specializing in corporate team building events.Life there is fragile and tough. One slip is all it takes. A momentary lapse leads to a tragic accident, but when the body count quickly starts to rise, questions are inevitably asked. Are the deaths coincidental, or something else entirely? Those people you thought you knew, can you really trust them? Is the person standing next to you a killer? Will you be their next victim?A horrific discovery changes everything, and a trickle of rumors becomes a tsunami of fear. Is this the beginning of the end of everything, or a situation constructed by the mass hysteria of a handful of desperate and terrified people?
The lower the population, the higher the stakes.
Kill the rest of them, before one of them kills you.

I got this from the library, having read the synopsis hastily. I don't think I would have bothered to read it if I'd realized it was in the Haters universe, since scanning the first book in that series didn't grab me. Like any book involving a zombie apocalypse or similar contagion, much depends on the characters. If this had been a group of island-bound people comprised of diverse personalities and reactions, it could have been interesting. It was, instead, a group of barely distinguishable self-absorbed, shallow, petty, extremely unlikable twats, so it was hard to get exercised about their collective fate. There was an available sub-plot here about what distinguishes the human instinct for self-preservation from a blind need to kill, but it wasn't capitalized on in any meaningful way. Formulaic and forgettable.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Books Read in 2018 Review

Christmas was about as perfect as Christmas gets. Angus was home for a nice long break. my sister came with her family, we got some snow, everyone was reasonably healthy (Eve had a cold but weathered it well), there was lots of cousin bonding time, there was much viewing of holiday movies of questionable taste, I got the kids everything they wanted on their Christmas lists and scored a few well-received cool surprises, and every single box of Christmas oranges was perfect. I was also beyond exhausted by the time we sat down for Christmas dinner, so even with my mantra of "do what you can and let the rest go" I think it's still a slightly insane season that pushes us to do nutty things against our self-interest, but it's a tangled thorny issue, people, we're all just doing the best we can.


I'm sure this will come as a surprise to everyone because it's NOT like I've been whinging about it at length on social media, but this year for the first time since I started tracking my reading back in 2009, I didn't hit my reading goal. Actually that's not even true, I only started setting a reading goal of exceeding my previous year's total a couple of years ago, so it's extra dumb that it's bugging me. There are a couple of factors in play, I think - I got a couple of jobs, I have a whack of perimenopausal chemicals sapping my focus, I spent too much time scrolling on my phone, and for a good few weeks I was just too exhausted to read more than few pages every night before falling asleep, just like a normal person (usually I'm an abnormal person who will fall asleep reading at 3 in the afternoon but if I start a book at ten I can go right through until 4 a.m.)

I'm still deciding what to do about a reading goal for this year. I'm in a Book Bingo group on Facebook that I enjoy because it makes me seek out books I wouldn't read otherwise. I generally try to balance pleasure reading with reading that is - I don't even know, more substantial, or teaches me something, or challenges my mind a little more - but at this point in life sometimes I just give up and stick to comfort reading for a while, which is not necessarily a bad thing, and I don't consider pleasure reading a waste of time in any way. So my goals should probably be more about reading more and scrolling social media less (taking a page from Nicole HI NICOLE and her weekly social-media fasting), and trying for variety in reading material which I do anyway. If anyone has any other suggestions, feel free to chime in.

So, 109 is this year's grand total (I did stay up most of the night finishing The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle the night before our New Year's party - it was worth it). Two unrated/DNFs, ten two-stars, thirty-seven three-stars, forty-five four-stars and twelve five-stars (don't check my math). I tried to log Salty Tooth, an excellent New York Times essay about Scandinavian salty licorice that a book club friend sent around and I found delightful, but Goodreads didn't recognize it, so HMPH.

I will henceforth commence with the reviewing. How was your reading year? Any favourites? Any massive turkeys? Any reading goals for next year? And how was your Christmas? Is that too many questions?

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

What's Going On

I've been having fibroid issues, at which many Women of a Certain Age will nod knowingly. Basically, my uterus is a bit crowded for what should be a low-traffic area at this point in my life. Friday I was supposed to have a procedure to investigate and improve things, but it didn't quite go as planned and I have to go back and have it done under general anesthesia. This rather blows, but on the bright side, the nurse taking care of me was Gina from Brooklyn 99. I mean, she probably wasn't really, except she was, if you know what I mean. Except nice. Really, really nice. And there was fentanyl.

Last Monday I was at work at my Monday school and the vice principal came in and told me that the other library technician had had a family emergency and he wanted to know how many of her shifts I could cover. Not to make her family emergency all about me, but this, again, rather blew. I'm loving work, but my whole plan to Get Christmas Shit done after being away for a week in November and going to Zarah's for the last week-end (FABULOUS time, don't regret either thing a bit) revolved around continuing to work very little. Also, I have very bad feet and never thought I could do this job full-time. Also, fibroid issues.

My first instinct is always to say yes to everything and save the day as much as humanly possible. Probably fortunately, this wasn't really possible in this case since one of her shifts I was at my Wednesday school and Friday was my surgery thing. So I did as much as I could, and it was kind of cool, and it caused me a lot of pain, and then on Sunday I found out she was coming back this week and there was much rejoicing in the kingdom. So this week I'm working very little again, dealing with some minor pain and bleeding fallout from the procedure, and Getting Christmas Shit done.

The new procedure many of the kindergarten children have decided on is that they line up to leave the library and then as they're saying good-bye and thank-you they also hold up they're book and yell "WHAT'S THIS SAY?" and I read as many titles as fast as I can as they walk by, and it's hilarious and very rewarding.

I didn't do Christmas cards last year - there were too many other things to do, and it was part of my "do what you can and let the rest go with as much equanimity as possible". But I missed it, so this year I'm doing them again. I got most of them in Monday morning, which is probably still late for some areas, but it made me happy anyway. I've run out of my Shutterfly return address labels so I'm using the free ones sent to me by charities, which I always complain about and now I'm going to have to make grumpy donations in return.

As usual, I feel slightly dizzy with all the money we've spent on Christmas, even though every year we DO scale back a bit. And trying to achieve at least a respectable match for charitable donating makes me even dizzier, but it's worse if I don't. I've gotten better at not feeling resentful for all the work that goes into Christmas - refer back to "do what you can and let the rest go" - but I really feel deeply for people that work full-time and are trying to make a magical Christmas for their families. I don't see how that's possible without at least some resentment. It's a conundrum.

Right now thought, there are fluffy snowflakes falling from the sky, I'm about to bake gingerbread scones while listening to Christmas music, my painkillers have kicked in, and Lucy is sleeping peacefully on a rug beside me. At least she was until this very second, when she started digging around and making weird snorting sounds. Sigh. So magical.

Season in the Sun

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