Everything everyone told me in an effort to get me to read this novel - details of plot, character, setting, etc - convinced me I didn't want to read it. Then manintheboat told me I just HAD to read it because it was really good, and bought me a copy for her birthday. Since she is notorious for her lack of appreciation for female novelists, this was a particularly weighty recommendation. And, guess what, I loved it. It's pretty graphic and miserable in places; if anything, it reminded me of a bizarre and horrible little book called Pluto, Animal Lover which I read twice in high school because I was so taken aback by liking it the first time through (although this protagonist is far more sympathetic).... Still, if you like novels with lyrical writing and odd characters, you might want to give it a try. I'm glad I was made to do so.
He Shall Thunder in the Sky, by Elizabeth Peters (reread)
This is my book club book this month. I still think it would've been better to start with an earlier volume of the story, and I didn't find this one nearly as exciting this time, since I still remembered all the twists and turns of both intrigue and romance, and hadn't built up to them properly by rereading earlier volumes ... still it's always nice to spend some time with these characters. I'm surprised to only just now be noticing how much the banter between Nefret and Ramses rings of Dorothy Sayers.... it seems obvious now that I've thought of it.
Through the Cracks, by Barbara Fister
I was really distracted by Life Stuff most of the time I was reading this, so I'm not sure if it took longer to get into its groove than the previous book (In the Wind) did, or if it was a reader problem. Whichever, once that was sorted out I really enjoyed the rest of the book. I am particularly fond of the way the main character, Anni, interacts with the other people in her life, and of the multisensory descriptions.
The Grace of Necessity, by Samuel Green
(WTF, why is the amazon copy of this showing a list price of $50.00 for the paperback?) Anyway: If I finish a book of poems at all, it was almost certainly worth reading. And this one definitely was that: finely observed, well phrased, tasty. But not, I find, all that significant or memorable ... I don't expect to revisit it.
Plum Lovin', by Janet Evanovich
I read this because I am in the middle of two rather more demanding books (Empire of Illusion and Andromeda Klein) and I needed something for those times when I wanted to read but didn't want anything to make me think too hard. That may've had something to do with why I was significantly less amused by the adventures of Ms. Plum than usual, or perhaps it was just a weak entry in the series. Mostly flat, with a few charming bits.