I finished reading this book on March 1, but I read most of it in February, so it goes here but doesn't get counted |
So, let me share with you my whopping FIVE books that I've completed in February. Bear in mind that one was an audio book and two were pieces of novel-length fan fiction. In other words, not a lot of books.
1. The Snow Queen by Michael Cunningham. This is one that I read for work and ended up finishing. I loved the first 50 pages and thought they were quite wonderful, but then I settled into the meat of the book and found it to be okay. The thing is, though, with former Pulitzer prize winning authors, I pretty much have to read the whole book before eliminating it as a selection for our store's FEC, which is why I finished it. Do I recommend it? Well, I definitely recommend the first 50 pages. You can probably stop reading after that point, though.
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4. Remember Me Like This by Bret Anthony Johnston. This rather haunting novel is the story of a family whose son has been missing for four years. The mother, father, and remaining son are alive, but hardly what you'd call living, when the police call them to say that they think they've found Justin. What ensues is a heartfelt look at a family reunited against all hope, the psychological fallout for each family member, and what this worst and best thing means to their small Texas community. The real kicker though? For the four years that Justin was missing, he was living just across the bay with his abductor the entire time, and that might be the one thing that nobody in the family will ever be able to get over. This book is well written, with good pacing, and I liked it very much, despite constantly wanting more from the shifting perspective of the third-person narrator. This book won't be published until May 2014.
5. The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kushner. I listened to this book on audio, and while Christina Traister was a perfectly capable reader, she was not able to redeem the utter pointlessness of the story. If you're at all interested in reading my rants about the self-entitled, self-obsessed, and self-congratulatory artists and the misogynistic anarchists living in 1970s New York City, by all means, pleas check out my full review here.
OMG, that picture of "Draco" and "Hermione" is to-die-for adorable!
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's pretty cute all right. And who can guess how many fanfics it has inspired?
DeleteI still think that's a decent amount of reading! And I would have hated to be you back when you only read 50-100 pages of a book, it must have been so frustrating!
ReplyDeleteFrustrating when I was liking a book well enough to continue reading it, but also a relief when I wasn't enjoying the book much at all.
DeleteI did terrible in Feb too, both in terms of number of books AND number of pages (so you have me beat there). I'm going to blame the month. And cold. And of course now I'm going to need to check out the Hermione link so March will prob not be great either.
ReplyDeleteThe cold! We should blame the cold for this year for everything bad that happens in our lives from here on out.
Delete"though there aren't many sex scenes"
ReplyDeleteBUT THAT IS THE ENTIRE POINT OF FANFIC
Well, it's one of the points for me. But I actually *like* reading well-plotted fanfic, even if it isn't lemony at all.
DeleteThanks for the Roman Holiday reco - I'm not much of an HP fan but this was great fun! Finishing up the sequel now.
ReplyDeleteOoh, I'm glad!
DeleteBoo. I'm sorry to hear the new Cunningham isn't great. I loved the Hours and I'm still looking for one of his books to match it.
ReplyDeleteRemember Me Like This sounds sort of like Songs for the Missing by Stewart O'Nan. Have you read that one?
Well, your miles may vary on the Michael Cunningham, but like you, I've not read another book of his that I liked as well as The Hours.
DeleteI did read Songs for the Missing. The Bret Anthony Johnston was much more suspenseful and complete, whereas with the O'Nan I thought the book was much less about the family of the missing girl and more about the town.