oh, january was a joyous month for reading. as you can see, i got to do quite a bit more of it than last month. hooray!
last sacrifice richelle mead – the last book featuring rose and lissa, sacrifice wraps things up pretty well. obviously, rose didn’t kill the queen, but you might be surprised to find out who did. despite what some reviews said, i quite enjoyed it, and yes, i actually read it all the way through.
foreign bodies cynthia ozick – without having read anything else by ozick, the woman writes like j. d. salinger. and this is not a good thing. bea nightengale, at the urging of her douche bag of a brother, goes to paris to retrieve the nephew she’s never met. somehow, she gets entangled in the breakdown of communication between the nephew and her niece, and her brother and his wife, and everyone in between. honestly, for every three sentences that were written, there was maybe one that was relevant to the story. it was like reading an episode of seinfeld.
shadowfever karen marie moning – the conclusion to the fever series was just as addicting as the rest of the books. one of my co-workers stayed up until 3am the day it was released in order to finish it; another took the day off. you learn who the beast is/was right away, and while it’s obvious, you still get that cold feeling and you wish you weren’t right. she also gets some answers to some pretty big questions, but others remain unanswered…and that’s as it should be. moning has said she may use some of the characters in another series, and we may quite possibly see christian mackeltar in a new book in the highlander series. and yes, this was the book that helped with my writer’s block. go figure.
the rapture liz jensen – i honestly don’t know what to say about this book. it’s terrifying. bethany krall is a completely fucked up in the head teenager who murdered her mother and claims not to remember any of it. gabrielle fox is the therapist assigned to work with her after she recovers from a terrible accident. all around them, natural disasters of all kinds, cyclones, earthquakes, tornadoes, are decimating the planet. and the biggest one of all, what bethany
refers to as the tribulation, is on its way. but is she causing them? or is she just able to predict them? jensen’s way with the english language is just amazing. it’s an engaging story with an almost poetic lilt to it, and the most terrifying part is that every single disaster that happens in this book, including the monstrosity at the end, could very well happen.
before i fall lauren oliver – sam is just an ordinary teen, doing your typical teen things: parties, drinking, thinking about having sex with her boyfriend, making fun of kids not as popular as her. then she’s killed, and she repeats her last day, over and over again, until she finally figures out the only way to get out of the endless loop is to prevent something even more tragic than her own death. it’s books like these that make me jealous that they weren’t around when i was a young teenager.
there were a few that i tried to read this month, but failed to, miserably or otherwise:
a gate at the stairs laurie moore – tassie is a college student in the midwest in need of some extra cash. she takes on a job as a nanny for a family that when she met them, didn’t even have a child for her to care for; they were waiting to adopt. i read about a third of this before i gave up, so i had just gotten to the point where they finally had adopted a child. moore seems to love words, but there are too many of them, and not enough of them had a point.
miral rula jebreal – miral, an orphan student in jerusalem, joints the palestinian uprising against the advice and wishes of the school’s director, hind. jebreal, a journalist, relays this story like she’s writing a news article. for a work of fiction, it was surprisingly dull and devoid of any color, and i didn’t give a shit about what happened to any of the characters. once i realized that, about a quarter of the way through, i stopped reading.
the life and opinions of maf the dog, and of his friend marilyn monroe andrew o’hagan – i wanted to like this. i really did. and the first half was partially funny. maf, short for mafia honey, was the little maltese mix given by frank sinatra to marilyn monroe. told through the eyes of maf, who insists that all animals can talk and are capable of complex thought, it’s more original and intelligent than your garden variety talking animal book. but it still wasn’t enough to make me want to keep reading.