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maribouThe Adventures of Captain Underpants, by Dav Pilkey
So I bought this for an almost-seven-year-old's birthday and then I realized maybe I should read it to see if it was really as awful as I had heard it was, first. It's not! It's cute and fun and if I was seven I would love it. Not Wonderful Literature, but perfect for the fun present that his parents would never get him.
(137/275)
Pride, by Rachel Vincent
Total guilty pleasure, but boy is this series fun. Even if I have to turn off the "hey look at that giant illogical PLOT HOLE" part of my brain to go near it. Already have the next one on hold at the library. It does help that I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to think the heroine is a giant spaz... since she is one.
(138/275)
The Merry Recluse, by Caroline Knapp
I confess I read this book for the title. Parts of it were compelling enough (ie downright brilliant) that I'm glad I have one of her full length books sitting around here somewhere... I think newspaper-column-length essays are just generally not my favorite format.
(139/275)
A Reenchanted World, by James William Gibson
Sigh. In many ways this is a more-than-decent synthesis of recent environmental history and I wish I could recommend it. But there were just too many slapdash things in here... parts of it felt intellectually lazy, and the whole "the only good Native American is the one who acts the way *I* think is best for them" (I paraphrase) not-so-terribly-on-topic paternalistic jaunt into the evils of Indian casinos was so (unintentionally, to be sure) racist-or-damn-close-to-it I almost quit reading the book. It's a shame, because there were parts of the book that were really really good. But the further away I get from having just finished it, the less I like it. Sigh.
(140/275)
The Language of Bees, by Laurie R. King
Man, I LOVED this book. Best in the series so far, IMO, even with the spoilerspoilerspoiler. I do like it better when Russell is the protagonist and Holmes is a secondary character, as is the case here, and when they are puzzling things out in Great Britain with lots of discursive tangents rather than rushing all over the globe undergoing Important Events.
(141/275)
Fatal Voyage, by Kathy Reichs
Fun! Somewhere between the briliance of the King above and the trashy of the Vincent above on the "how much do I have to tell myself not to be embarrassed by loving this" scale... equally much a page-turner as either of those. Much better than the last one in the series was! My eagerness to continue reading about Temperance Brennan has been restored.
(142/275)
So I bought this for an almost-seven-year-old's birthday and then I realized maybe I should read it to see if it was really as awful as I had heard it was, first. It's not! It's cute and fun and if I was seven I would love it. Not Wonderful Literature, but perfect for the fun present that his parents would never get him.
(137/275)
Pride, by Rachel Vincent
Total guilty pleasure, but boy is this series fun. Even if I have to turn off the "hey look at that giant illogical PLOT HOLE" part of my brain to go near it. Already have the next one on hold at the library. It does help that I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to think the heroine is a giant spaz... since she is one.
(138/275)
The Merry Recluse, by Caroline Knapp
I confess I read this book for the title. Parts of it were compelling enough (ie downright brilliant) that I'm glad I have one of her full length books sitting around here somewhere... I think newspaper-column-length essays are just generally not my favorite format.
(139/275)
A Reenchanted World, by James William Gibson
Sigh. In many ways this is a more-than-decent synthesis of recent environmental history and I wish I could recommend it. But there were just too many slapdash things in here... parts of it felt intellectually lazy, and the whole "the only good Native American is the one who acts the way *I* think is best for them" (I paraphrase) not-so-terribly-on-topic paternalistic jaunt into the evils of Indian casinos was so (unintentionally, to be sure) racist-or-damn-close-to-it I almost quit reading the book. It's a shame, because there were parts of the book that were really really good. But the further away I get from having just finished it, the less I like it. Sigh.
(140/275)
The Language of Bees, by Laurie R. King
Man, I LOVED this book. Best in the series so far, IMO, even with the spoilerspoilerspoiler. I do like it better when Russell is the protagonist and Holmes is a secondary character, as is the case here, and when they are puzzling things out in Great Britain with lots of discursive tangents rather than rushing all over the globe undergoing Important Events.
(141/275)
Fatal Voyage, by Kathy Reichs
Fun! Somewhere between the briliance of the King above and the trashy of the Vincent above on the "how much do I have to tell myself not to be embarrassed by loving this" scale... equally much a page-turner as either of those. Much better than the last one in the series was! My eagerness to continue reading about Temperance Brennan has been restored.
(142/275)
