Book stuff
Slow to update on this reading the library pursuit. Anyway. The second batch.
Nothing major here: Grimpow, The Bridesmaid, The Postcard, Saying It Outloud. Grimpow is by a Spanish author, Rafael Abalos, and is about Grimpow's quest for the philosopher's stone and the secret of the Knights Templar. The Bridesmaid was a write-for-hire; the author's name isn't in the copyright notice, the publisher's is. Postcard was a fun mystery, and Saying It Outloud. Well. There's a reason I call these types of novels aimed at adolescents "teen angst."
The third consisted of Little Men and Jo's Boys. I liked them better than I thought I would, though I doubt I'll read them again. I liked the bit in Jo's Boys with Jo warning one of them to stay away from the booze and women! In Victorian terms, of course.
A bunch of YA books in that batch, too and the new Elizabeth Hand, Hard Light. I stopped to finish that. I love Cass Neary, the antiheroine. Hand calls them "crime novels", not mysteries or detective novels. There's a reason for that. A crank addict who steals from everyone and anyone when she can.
The YA books this time around are hit and miss. Abouzeid's Anatopsis I didn't care for. I enjoyed Abrahams' Down the Rabbit Hole, Into the Dark and Reality Check. Rachel Spinelli Punched Me In The Face reminded me of a cross between Judy Blue and Norma Klein's works from the 70s'. Liked Adams' Girls Like Me more than I expected; it really has that teen angst vibe from the 70s and 80s down. The Diary of Pelly D was my first toe-dip into the library's YA dystopias. (Hunger Games doesn't count -- I bought those.)
Nothing major here: Grimpow, The Bridesmaid, The Postcard, Saying It Outloud. Grimpow is by a Spanish author, Rafael Abalos, and is about Grimpow's quest for the philosopher's stone and the secret of the Knights Templar. The Bridesmaid was a write-for-hire; the author's name isn't in the copyright notice, the publisher's is. Postcard was a fun mystery, and Saying It Outloud. Well. There's a reason I call these types of novels aimed at adolescents "teen angst."
The third consisted of Little Men and Jo's Boys. I liked them better than I thought I would, though I doubt I'll read them again. I liked the bit in Jo's Boys with Jo warning one of them to stay away from the booze and women! In Victorian terms, of course.
A bunch of YA books in that batch, too and the new Elizabeth Hand, Hard Light. I stopped to finish that. I love Cass Neary, the antiheroine. Hand calls them "crime novels", not mysteries or detective novels. There's a reason for that. A crank addict who steals from everyone and anyone when she can.
The YA books this time around are hit and miss. Abouzeid's Anatopsis I didn't care for. I enjoyed Abrahams' Down the Rabbit Hole, Into the Dark and Reality Check. Rachel Spinelli Punched Me In The Face reminded me of a cross between Judy Blue and Norma Klein's works from the 70s'. Liked Adams' Girls Like Me more than I expected; it really has that teen angst vibe from the 70s and 80s down. The Diary of Pelly D was my first toe-dip into the library's YA dystopias. (Hunger Games doesn't count -- I bought those.)